It's been quite a while since I last blogged. I wasn't very inspired to write an entry anyway. I've been busy studying for exams, which begin tomorrow (Biology tomorrow afternoon; Japanese speaking test Tuesday morning; and English Adv exam Wednesday morning).

I'll give a rundown on what's happened in my first week back.


My flight to Sydney was... interesting. It was the first time I flew back on a rather lengthy flight on my own. Oh, did I feel independent! The flight was full of middle-eastern families, which was quite a sight. I even sat next to one! It's not a big deal. When flying alone, you learn to sit next to total strangers. Even if they had too much to drink a night before, or never brushed their teeth since last weekend's big leaving party, which makes their breath sour and reek of cigarettes and vomit. You catch my drift. Aren't middle-eastern people, especially those who wear the full gear, not supposed to drink alcohol and smoke? Ew.

Anyway, I wasn't alone. I had the company of two friends, Ray and John, who were also returning to Sydney for school.

First day back at school, and the homework starts piling in like there's no tomorrow. Give me a break, I thought. We have exams in a week and they're force feeding homework to us. We're not fucking robots, y'know.

English draft essay is returned on the second day. Or was it the first day back. Anyway, I scored myself a very satisfied D. D for Developing. I never made that up, by the way. It's the way the markers will grade our work in Year 12 for the HSC exam. So in a way, my D is pretty good. Especially for a draft. All in all, I lost my hope that day, after receiving that result. From then on, I knew I was inevitably doomed for the rest of my days in English class.

I got an A a few days later. An A with a large circle around it, and criticism (more like personal comment) that read "I love this piece. Well written, well conceived, well created personae." This was for a creative writing response exercise we did. Wow, I thought. I just jumped from D to A in a day. I guess I do have a strength in English.

After seeing that result, I felt great for the rest of that day. I had also heard about my addition to the tennis squad training, every Wednesday evening. I had some problems trying to enter because of a late request last term. I was so bummed out about it because I really can't live without playing tennis. It's a part of my life, as cheesy as that may sound.

Everything is looking good. I started soccer training last Friday, and we played our first soccer match yesterday. We lost 2-0, but for our first match, that is remarkably superb.


On that very same day, I decided to go solo on a trip to our apartment in Gladesville. And what a brave soul I was. I caught a bus (the wrong bus, in fact!) to Circular Quay, which took an hour, then caught another bus to Gladesville. What a day. I spent a few hours back at the apartment, cleaning up a bit, cooking lunch (I can cook! Noodles.) and writing my Japanese speech for Tuesday. I got back just in time to catch Kathy on the bus, and for dinner at the boarding house.

It's been a good week. If only every week was full of surprises like this.

Oh, right. I forgot to talk about my bedroom. This is the obligatory post of my new room and dorm.


Pretty large room, don't you think? Compared to all the other room's I've had. Although, I am stranded from a few of my friends. Fortunate friends. Who have their rooms upstairs, the Year 10 Free Zone. I hate the Year 10s. They make so much noise. They never stop bitching about who had sex with who and how it started. They never stop arguing over who's even had sex and who had it before who. You know. All that girl shit.


Here. This is my desk. Click on the picture for a fullview.
When I look at my desk, I am reminded of the times in Year 9 when I had a desk 5 times messier than this. There was literally no where to put a glass of anything, or a plate of whatever. It was very much full. It proves that I don't study as much as I used to before. Looks like that Dux of Year 9 was well deserved.


My bamboo of fortune and wealth has grown a fair bit in 2 weeks. My tomodachi (Japanese for friend). I'm hoping that means something. Maybe a sign for this term. My room is rather large I suppose.