I am now officially Term 4 Assessment task free! And boy does it feel great!
Despite the fact that I ran out of time writing my English essay on Coleridge's Kubla Khan, the unseen text called The Tent and my last minute saviour Big Fish poster as my related text. I don't think I've ever written so much for a single English assessment task before. I was right at the bit where I just sum everything up (the conclusion!) when Ms Knorr stressed the comman "PENS DOWN" before us. I was glad it was over...

Till second period. Modern History. A research task. Oh, good God. I had wished to be KILLED! My hands were still shaking, and my brain was feeling terribly exhausted from all the thinking. I mucked that task up for good. If I was lucky, I'd manage to squeeze in a C.

I've already started to pack for the end of term. I hate packing. Nevertheless, one must do it. Sighs. Only 4 days to go. I am dead tired from the term, and all I can think about is HOME. Nothing else (not even my overdue Biology class work) is on my mind. Just home.

To celebrate the end of the beginning of our *to-be* very streneous HSC careers, together with the company of my two favourite dormies Ashleigh and Melissa, we bunked up under Melissa very comfortable (I must say!) doona with our pillows behind our backs, and teddies (including Ash's dog Felton) snuggled up with us on my bed, and watched Love Actually throughout most of prep-time (Homework time). We were just not into work at the time.

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Well, last week was very very busy - and when I mean busy, I do mean BUSY. Being so induced by the music rehearsals I had almost every second day last week, I thought I was turning into a semi-quaver itself. I've never played so much music in my life. I even spent half an hour practicing the damn scales on my guitar. That was the longest practice I've ever had. My fingers and legs were sore after that. Nevertheless, I love it.

Last Friday, we started the day with the long awaited Physical Culture (PC). Everyone is hyped up for it, for no God damn reason. To me, PC is like a minion-like formation of students all under a spell. They don't want to be there, but they are obligated to by the scary Head of Houses and not to forget, my dear Year 12 mentor Mrs Powell, who throws detentions at you by just looking at you. As for me, I innocently said I'd do COSTUMES instead of dance, and hide in the library every lunch time. Unless I have something else better to do, like get help from a teacher. Or something stupid like that.

It was good. Seeing what all the houses come up with as an end result.


In the end, my Bronte House won. Didn't see why though. If I had the change to get into Youtube, I'd upload videos. So, watch this space anyway. I might remember to upload them.


Later in the day, we had our annual Family Evening, which is when all the school ensembles and musical groups perform pieces they've been working on since God knows when, and of course, Christmas carols. People gather around on the quad (which I hate for its very muddy surface!) with picnics, in families, singing together, merrily happily and the whole bunch.


The whole day. Playing music. It really drained me out of juice for Speech Night. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love music. But gosh am I tired of it.


:) Nevertheless, it was a good day. Good week. I managed to get NOTHING from studying for tomorrow's History and English assessment task, especially with Music Camp last Monday and Tuesday. Sighs. I tell myself it's JUST the HSC. JUST. 14% is nothing. 25%... nothing.

I'm so dead.

Cheerrrsssrsrsss!

Labels: school life, year 12 woes

Back from Music camp.
I'll talk about it when I've got free time.
For now, I must retire.
I'm so tired.

Tonight, I will dream of the Hallelujah Chorus timpani part and the solo for Procession of the Nobles. I will dream of In the Mood and Moondance, and that very scary crazy spider that was crawling around above us rhythmists at Jazz Band rehearsal today. Insane.

Chchchcheers :)
PS. Getting into the spirit of Christmas with Carols. Can't wait for X'mas!
PPS. On the way home from camp, we passed by the airport. I saw a M'sian airlines plane arriving. One week from now, and I'll be on that plane flying towards home.

Labels: random, school life

I just realised that this post is the 150th post at Raeville, and I thought it'd be nice to make a simple celebratory post on this minutely auspicious event.

Labels: home, random, school life

I've already spent $200 in a week, and I assure you, it is not a good sign. After a very long and angry phone call from pa before flying back to Sydney about how money doesn't grow on trees, I have taken everything I spend on into account. I've been trying to keep myself to a budget of no more of an average of $50 a week. Considering last term, I spent an average of $75 a week, which wasn't good at all. Within the two weeks that I've been here in Sydney, I've only been out 3 times, 2 of which I went to BJ Westfield shopping centre. I've also started keeping an MSExcel spreadsheet record of what I buy, how much I spend and how much I save.


I'm going to Canberra tomorrow morning on an history excursion. How bothersome! Thank goodness it's only one night long. And on the same topic of THINGS-THAT-BOTHER, Daylight Savings Time has once again, returned. That means I am now 3 HOURS ahead of Malaysian time, sigh. And that means I lose one hour of sleep tonight. My clock says 11pm. It's basically 12am, with DST. I should get to bed.

I've been missing home alot. I speak to mum at least once a week, and everytime I talk to her about what she and Lisa are cooking for dins, or who's open house she's at for Hari Raya, or about her new obsession over a demo tennis racket, I start to cry a little. Is it OK that I cry a little at the thought of home? One of my dorm mates, Ashleigh, has perfume that reminds me of mum. Sigh. Missing home like you wouldn't believe.

Otherwise, things are great. I have a nice dorm, great dorm mates, a lifestyle busy enough to keep me on my toes, and the drive that keeps me motivated everyday. Sydney's weather is a tad confused - it can't make up it's mind if it wants to be cold or hot. I start History Extension classes next week. There goes two hours of my Wednesday afternoon. I also start Tildesley Tennis training on Monday afternoons. There goes another hour and a half of my week.

Cheersssss.

Labels: homesick, school life

Now that I've finally reached the end of my schooling career, I've been finding it difficult to fully let the idea sink in - that I am now at the top of my school, a senior and a leader. The Year 8s, 9s and 10s have been doing their yearly exams, and whenever I hear them whine on and on about how difficult the paper was, or how much they've studied or how much they haven't studied, or when they worry about tomorrow's paper, I constantly remind myself that I was once in their shoes doing the exact same things during the exams.

Now that I'm in Year 12, I finally realise that after all those years, all that worrying and whining and constant pressure from exams and assessment tasks was time wasted. I smile everytime some random Year 8 or 9 girl whines after an exam about how difficult it was. It just reminds me of when I was in that situation, and how far I've come from there.

Ah, thinking of old random Malacca trips with Su and plastic bags, my days in the years before at school...

Cheers.

Labels: musings of life, school life, year 12 woes