Let's see, my Year 11 can be summarised quickly this way:

# of late nights 82739402
# of new good friends made 2
# of times felt alienated 92304
# of times failed to play Procession of the Nobles solo on the timpani 2493840342
# of times succeeded to play the solo 1
# of times Mr Gresham said my name 4
# of times Mr Nunan said my name 6 :)
# of times I cried till I couldn't breathe 4
# of friends lost and gained 1
# of certificates received 4
# of English essays written 9283
# of times Ms Knorr, my English teacher has written "Good" on my essays 5
# of kgs lost 4
# of crushes on teachers (heehee) 3
# of times shouted at Grace Theodore and India Morish 3

Of course, I could say alot more than numbers. I'd been through so much this year, many ups and downs, a few steep hills have been climbed and great things have been achieved. I have to say that it's been a great year. I've learned so much through experience, and I don't regret any of the things I've done to achieve them, whether they be incredibly foolish in act.

Strangely enough, the six weeks of holidays ahead seem rather long to me. Not only that - I'm missing the sense of routine that I have in Sydney - like, 7am wake up; 7.30am shower; 8.15am tutor group; 3.30pm band rehearsal or history extension or rest. And I miss my dormies, Ashleigh and Melissa. Ohh how I miss their snoring in the night, and their early sleeping habits, and their non-swearing policy (substituting shit with poo). I miss the Saturday morning chats with Mrs Banks, who would tell us stories from her childhood. I miss going to band rehearsals, as geeky as that may sound. I miss challenging myself with difficult timpani pieces, eventhough I hate having to screw up all the time. Guh, I miss school!

No worries, though. It should all pass by me in no time. After a haircut, a possible facial, some shopping and visiting friends - I should be set into the holiday mood. Besides that, I gotta get down into some study. My oh so Powell-ful mentor said I need to make a study plan. Sighs. Better get to it or I'll be in some poo.

Exciting things to say: I persuaded mum to buy me the Flickr Pro Account (I paid her back in cash, of course), after realising that I had reached my 200 photo limit, and that some of my photos were "hidden" by the system. It's swanky. 2GBs of uploads each month for a year, and unlimited number of sets. Also, I woke up at 9.30am this morning feeling up and at it. The time difference is kicking in. It's good. I need to sleep early, and wake up early.

A heap load of photos have been uploaded to my Flickr. Check it out :)

Cheers!
PS. Thinking of things to ask for my 18th b'day.
PPS. ... and not to forget X'mas!

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