Remember that French poem I was fretting about yesterday? It got done! And when I went to hand it in, the teacher called me up later and asked if I could write an extra verse because the grammar in it was more complex than what we're meant to be writing right now, and didn't thus include the structure she was testing us on. Score! xD
And
tierfal- thankyou so, so much for that extra verse. You're a lifesaver, love. <3 (Mes excuses, Vash- you were right and I am stupid.)
What made it complete (other than the epic common-room game of handball we had with a metre-wide inflatable football) was that I didn't realise I had a study period at the end of school, so I got to leave almost an hour early.
Have I told you guys how much I love sixth form yet?