The lives of students.
I appear for some really major exams in March through to April, and I'm preparing by watching Star Wars, wishing I could turn cartwheels or do backflips, looking at pictures of Bahadur Shah Zafar, dancing to the Doors and sleeping in my parents' room. That I do to ensure that I study at night instead of trying to watch Sous les Caresses du Martinet, which however takes a million years to load and then stops right in the middle, so that instead of the satisfaction you'd get from it, you end up going down on your knees and asking the computer to work.
I know somewhere it says we must not rejoiceth at the failures of others but I couldn't resist some self indulgent gleeful hand rubbing when I heard that The Prick had failed four out five exams which we'd taken in january. I mean it takes so much skill to fail when everybody's trying so hard to get you to pass, and you probably have the most expensive private tutors the whole bloody city has to offer, along with a school which treats you as like a royal guest from the pricely house of Oman or something.
So Vindication!!!!!!
Oh yeah, I spend a considerable part of my day talking to my daltmation hand puppet.
I know somewhere it says we must not rejoiceth at the failures of others but I couldn't resist some self indulgent gleeful hand rubbing when I heard that The Prick had failed four out five exams which we'd taken in january. I mean it takes so much skill to fail when everybody's trying so hard to get you to pass, and you probably have the most expensive private tutors the whole bloody city has to offer, along with a school which treats you as like a royal guest from the pricely house of Oman or something.
So Vindication!!!!!!
Oh yeah, I spend a considerable part of my day talking to my daltmation hand puppet.