Saturday, October 06, 2007
There's really nothing much that has happened in the last couple of days, or week, whatever. Well, there's something -- I've lost track of time.
The majority of my time this week has been spent studying for my final exams which commence in approximately eleven days from now. This is the crunch time. Every hour lost in this entire year must be made up for in the following eleven days. Man, is it going to be a challenge. I told myself 38 hours a week, 8-10 hours per subject and so far I doubt that I'm even close to that goal. Am I worried? Fuck yeah.
And what makes this even worse is being stuck in the apartment with mum all day, slipping in and out of naps, occasionally checking up on Facebook, and studying, of course. The pressure she puts on me is amazing. It's worse than the phone calls while I was studying in the boarding house. It's the constant nagging that bothers me. I mean, I do acknowledge that she's only doing it because she cares. But it just drives me up the wall. I wonder, was the HSC designed to do this to youths like me?
Other than stressing out about the exams and my next three to five years of my life, I went to the city a couple of times to spend an hour or two with Jude and Nom. Went with a group of friends to a University of Sydney maths lecture last Monday (and what a complete waste of money that was). I caught the ferry from Circular Quay back to Huntley's Cove for the first time in three years. I even travelled all the way back to school hoping to see my Maths teacher for a revision lesson, but found no one to be there.
Me and Erinna,
on the last *actual* school day.
It was the first FULL lunch break that
I spent in the common room.
And of course, the continuous thoughts on school and life when I first started at St Catherine's. They keep coming back and replaying themselves in my head over and over again. I still can't get over how I'll never have another recess break ever again. And the fact that I'll never be in three bands at once again. And never having to follow bells and going to assembly and...
Nommy, me and Kathy,
on one random recess break.
The majority of my time this week has been spent studying for my final exams which commence in approximately eleven days from now. This is the crunch time. Every hour lost in this entire year must be made up for in the following eleven days. Man, is it going to be a challenge. I told myself 38 hours a week, 8-10 hours per subject and so far I doubt that I'm even close to that goal. Am I worried? Fuck yeah.
And what makes this even worse is being stuck in the apartment with mum all day, slipping in and out of naps, occasionally checking up on Facebook, and studying, of course. The pressure she puts on me is amazing. It's worse than the phone calls while I was studying in the boarding house. It's the constant nagging that bothers me. I mean, I do acknowledge that she's only doing it because she cares. But it just drives me up the wall. I wonder, was the HSC designed to do this to youths like me?
Other than stressing out about the exams and my next three to five years of my life, I went to the city a couple of times to spend an hour or two with Jude and Nom. Went with a group of friends to a University of Sydney maths lecture last Monday (and what a complete waste of money that was). I caught the ferry from Circular Quay back to Huntley's Cove for the first time in three years. I even travelled all the way back to school hoping to see my Maths teacher for a revision lesson, but found no one to be there.
Me and Erinna,
on the last *actual* school day.
It was the first FULL lunch break that
I spent in the common room.
And of course, the continuous thoughts on school and life when I first started at St Catherine's. They keep coming back and replaying themselves in my head over and over again. I still can't get over how I'll never have another recess break ever again. And the fact that I'll never be in three bands at once again. And never having to follow bells and going to assembly and...
Nommy, me and Kathy,
on one random recess break.
Man, the lengths I'd go through just to spend the last week at school all over again.
Cheers.
Cheers.
