Mood: biggrin
Time: 1:18 AM on Tuesday December 14.
Quote Of The Day: "Oh my god, she's running after us!"
So, welcome once again to my new look journal. I felt that the other one had become too rejected, with only 3 posts for a good few months, so I thought as it's nearly a new year, I'll get the journal up and running again!
Well! Today, or yesterday (Monday December 13) was day one, of week two of our GCSE mock exams! For those of you that don't know, the GCSE's are exams you sit in your last year of compulsary education, aged 16, and the general rule is, if yo u fark them, you'll be making a living selling the Big Issue (Which isn't too bad when you think about it - at least you're out in the nice crisp clean air!). So, as per usual, I caught the school bus in, and it was freezing... I could have sworn that some of my toes fell off (shame I can't count to ten to see if they're missing). MY first exam today was Geography, one hour and fifteen minutes of sitting in a freezing cold hall writing about what could be done to stop some old lady living on her glacial till with her seventy three cats from suddenly dissappearing into the sea one night (blow the house up first obviously - the rubble washes away faster). After Geography me, and seven of my friends were stuch with a good few hours between then, and our next exam, so, we decided on McDonalds! We made a daring escape from the school, only being seen by Jim, the caretaker, before the twenty-something minute walk to the resturant... we arrived three minutes late for breakfast. So we all got Big Macs! And we all got stomach aches! The next two hours were spent in silence, in the library.
The maths exam was, to say the least evil. It felt as though someone was garotting me, while at the same time drowning me in congealed donkey fat. I got to question 20. Then had a strange urge to dribble the remainder of my brain out of my orapheses for the next 50 or so minutes... or was that the cold? More to the point, was it the MaccyD's? Whatever it was, it made me look something like this:
So then, I went to my mums office on the bus, and got there to find that she wasn't there. She was at a meeting a got few hours away, so I helped the painting guy to finish up, and then he gave me a lift back home, where I had my hair cut, and the next six hours went like me running backwards and forwards to the toilet from McDonalds poisoning.
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