There's something strange about the numbers 12:51. Other than being the title of one of the Strokes' songs, it seems to hold some kind of significance to me. Isn't it strange when you look at the clock and that's the time you see, not just once but many many times? I think it is. It's not like looking at the clock, waiting for 4 'o clock to happen every day. It's more like, randomly looking at your watch when you're wondering what time it happened to be at the moment, and seeing the exact same numbers on the face more than once.

I'm so goddamn excited! Term 2 is finally ending! Short, sure. But very very long in terms of school work and school activities. I'm just exhausted from everything, and I think this break will be a well deserved one. More, dad and stepmum is taking Ri and I to Italy for a week. We're staying in Rome for six days, and Venice for four. My artistic spark is impatiently waiting for the 28th of June. *cleans camera lens*


I got my Semester 1 report back on Friday at the Stage 6 meeting. Oh horror! I thought, when actually it wasn't too bad. The thing I hate about reports is the new ranking system that the NSW Board Of Studies has implemented. Our report cards will have our ranks in class for a particular assessment task. I hate looking at my ranks. I'd hate to see myself near last. I'd prefer not to know where I am placed in class.

And the results (Erm, sharing is caring?)...

Modern History 15/20
Biology 24/37
English - Advanced 29/74 (Total number of students in English Standard and Advanced)
Japanese Beginners 2/9
Mathematics 16/50

I'm most happy with my Maths and English results, considering I never wanted to do Maths in the first place for the HSC and I used to seriously fail the subject in Year 9 and 10; and English, well, I'm still afraid of my teacher and I'm struggling to write decent responses in class. My creative writings skills are great, but when it comes to something like comprehension and essay writing, I reaaaaally suck. Not completely happy with my Modern Hist and Bio, but I learn to live with it. I know I'm not good at the subjects anyway, so nothing really brings me down.

My list of Co-curricular activities make me so proud of myself. There are eight listed on my report summary, which is a huge difference to last year's reports (where there were only two or maybe even one). There are representative sports, heaps of bands and some House activities. Excellent! I thought. My collection of activities and others involving school will grow and grow into something very impressive! Bwahahaha... *fades*

This morning's soccer match was our final match of the season. We didn't make it to the semi-finals, and this match was for placements of 5th and 6th place. We versed the same team that we defeated (2-1) before. They were the only team we defeated in the entire season. It was freezing this morning, and Rodney Reserve was looking drier than usual. It hadn't been raining, so I suppose that's why. We didn't really "warm up" much before our match. It was like, Yeah, this is our last match, let's just make it a fun one because I'm not really bothered anymore. I was goalkeeper, for the second time, after being a "miracle" for the last game we played against the super, strong Year 12 girls of Abbotsleigh (which by the way, is one of the supreme schools of the state).

In the end it was a tie, 0-0. We had two very very close shots, which was such a pity. I liked this match the most. It was fun, to me. I didn't feel as pressured as usual, which is quite ironic, I'd think, for a goalkeeper. I like being goalkeeper too, because I feel so loved all the time. I received so much praise for doing such a great job at goalie. There was one particular save that I made, which was simply b-e-a-utiful! during the second half. The ball was flying high, and I reached up to catch it. You should have seen it. Hell, I should've seen it! When I caught the ball, I just went up to the bigger box to kick it up while everyone around me was commending me on my great save. I didn't think it was that great.

Mrs Stone, our school's headmistress was, to all of our surprise, at the field watching the soccer matches. She was watching the Senior 1 team play before us. After the match, she said to me, "That was a great save, Rae! You played really well!" ... What's this? She called me by my first name. No, actually, my nickname! It was so surprising to know that your headmistress knows your name (nickname, in my case). I suppose this proves the rumour that I'd heard before: Mrs Stone reads the profiles of each student everyday. Not all in a day, but maybe a few! How strange...

I went to the apartment today. I wasn't planning on spending money on anything other than bus fare today, and guess how much I ended up spending anyway? 13 dollars on bus fares!! Ridiculous, is it not? The bus drivers and the shopkeeper (who I wanted to buy a TravelTen Student Bus Pass from, but refused!) didn't believe that I was a school student. I don't suppose I look that old. I was wearing shorts for crying out loud! I played We ♥ Katamari all afternoon while I was there till all I was doing was replaying all the old games and making new records.

I feel like working now. I have a huge Biology Field Trip Report due on Thursday. I heard a rumour that last year, one student handed in a 50 page report on the same thing.

Holy shit.

Cheers.