adieu
IB exam season is officially over. done. never again. Part of me is relieved, yet I am already feeling a twinge of nostaligia. I feel an odd attachment to IB documents- I really love the font and convoluted wording. They look almost Sovietesque. Or European. Or something. It's just much lovlier than all of the ugly things we get written in bubbly Ariel. Tests went fine, except for History P3, in which I produced an essay (if you can call it that) on the American Revolution chocked full of anachronisms and outright lies. I also began to panic that my paper would be read somewhere in the UK and that all my British bashing would be detrimental to my score. Then I remembered that I don't care.
On another note...
Today I came home after second hour and I was so hungry I thought I was going to pass out. I quickly took off my pants (soaked from the rain) and proceeded to eat a large bowl of yogurt and granola in my underwear and sweater. Then I realized for the first time this week, I could actually TASTE what I was eating (i guess I don't have TB...) and proceeded to have a piece of the chocolate cake that has been tempting me all week. Now I feel like I am going to pop and am sprawled out on the carpet waiting for Megan to come over so we can watch a movie.
Does anyone know if there's still going to be the picnic tomorrow if it's raining?
On another note...
Today I came home after second hour and I was so hungry I thought I was going to pass out. I quickly took off my pants (soaked from the rain) and proceeded to eat a large bowl of yogurt and granola in my underwear and sweater. Then I realized for the first time this week, I could actually TASTE what I was eating (i guess I don't have TB...) and proceeded to have a piece of the chocolate cake that has been tempting me all week. Now I feel like I am going to pop and am sprawled out on the carpet waiting for Megan to come over so we can watch a movie.
Does anyone know if there's still going to be the picnic tomorrow if it's raining?