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!

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I'm so worn out this term. I don't know how I'm going to cope with next term, what with all the work and assessments and sport and tennis. It's going to be so long, and so tiring, that I'm going to forget that I'm 18 within the first few hours after I celebrate it.

I'm looking forward to the weekend. My chance to catch up on sleep and, most importantly homework. And Music camp! My chance to get away from school doing something I enjoy. Music.

Two weeks after that, I'm home. Can't wait.

Dormmates are asleep now. Or trying to get to sleep, but due to my typetytype they can't. So I'm gone.

Cheers.
PS. Weekend was fine. I was, for most of the time, bored out of my mind. That was when I used WORK as an escape. Incredible. I returned on Sunday from my cousin's place feeling absolutely drained out of study juice.

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FINALLY! The weekend is finally here, and I can just

*takes a deep breath*

BREEEEAAAAATHE!

I'm off to my Chris' place (My mum's cousin) for the weekend. My first time out of the boarding house overnight. Finally, some decent food and chance to get out. Just what I need to relieve me from the hectic hustle and bustle of Year 12.

I don't know how I'm going to manage in time to come when assignments are thrown at me, and the final HSC arrives. I'd be out of breath. I just look forward for every weekend. I get to catch up on some sleep. Finish up some uncompleted work. Have irregular timed studies. Just relax.

I've been quite rundown with the common cold lately. It may be the change of weather extremes that have been happening lately (yesterday, it was 20+ deg Cel - today, 13 deg), and that many other people around school have been quite ill. I've been suffering from a badly blocked nose, coughing fits and painful sorethroats. And a very moody left ankle that really needs to be stretched.

Damn the pathogens that surround us! Damn them to the pits of meth spirits!

Cheers.
PS. I'm a nut for Biology when it comes to diseases. Malaria frightens me.

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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