I LOVE FRIDAYS

And it is Friday tomorrow, there are no tests tomorrow, and no homework due tomorrow.

My brain’s really quite tired; I didn’t even touch homework tonight. But who cares about that? It’s FRIDAY TOMORROW!

(I’ve got quite a lot of homework to do though. Oh and I’ve got Chemistry tuition, brought forward from Sunday tomorrow evening after Band. My tutor’s going to flip when he sees my 16/40 for the test.)
(But hey, only 9 people passed it and the highest was only 27.5/40)

Today we had two tests- Math, chapter on Graphical Solutions and Literature, Chapters 1 and 2. I didn’t know how to do the whole of the second page for Math but everything else should be fine. I hope to pass it
Sad to say, Lit was majorly screwed up. Well, screw it. Stupid questions ask for stupid answers, therefore it was stupid answers I gave. Normally for Lit, I have so many things to write, so much so my hand (and arm) turns to this useless piece of meat after the test, all the strength sapped out of it. This time though, it was my brain that turned to mush after the test. Felt strangely giddy once the test was over, kind of like the feeling when I just start warming up and playing the flute (or windmill) and the lack of oxygen makes me feel dizzy

Okay my eyelids are going to require toothpicks to pry them open now, a sure sign I should go to sleep.
Poor tired brain and mind and loathsome eyebags.

Now as a Sec 4 in SN, it still scares me to think what would’ve happened, how vastly different my world would be if I didn’t accept the appeal to come here and if I’d decided to go to AHS.

-gives a big, big shudder-

The background: I was posted to AHS, which was my third choice. SN was my first choice, but I wasn’t posted there as I had only just managed to get the points- they had wanted 251+3 that time, and I’ld gotten 252+2. My dad had spoken to my cousin who then had just started going to Uni, who said the SN girls she met were well-groomed, confident individuals or something like it, so he wanted me to appeal here. There’s something special about an SN girl, I guess. They called me that night, and said I got accepted, did I want the position? The minute the phone was put down, I started crying because I didn’t want to go to this huge school not knowing anyone at all (yeah I am the only one from my primary school from my cohort), and also because I had several friends going to AHS. I was freaking scared and this whole thing was so damn overwhelming, hmm?

But I look at where I am now, and no way, no way do I regret coming to SN. I’ve met so, so many wonderful people, done so much homework and project work, had great times laughing non-stop for 20 minutes and scribbling in each other’s diaries and giving teachers stupid nicknames, cried a little, got hurt a little.  

I’ll say, it’s probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made

As Ethel love says, WORLD PEACE

I know you’ve got an extremely loud and powerful voice but can you please not use it all the time in the house? It’s so extremely annoying and irritating and I can’t tell you how much I would like to use my voice on you on a freaking daily basis too.

See how you like it.

I got an

A2

for my Chinese O’s.

My dream was nothing but a dream.
An A2 isn’t that bad. An A2 is okay. An A2 is good enough…maybe.
But truth be told, today I cried because of the fear and not so much the result

I just couldn’t take waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for my turn to sign the list and get my slip of paper. The tension was overbearing- Funny how people get so emotional over these small slips of paper huh.

I guess it was wrong of me to hope for an A1 when I did not put in the correct amount of hard work. Because you’ll never get something if the effort you put in does not parallel the result you want to achieve.

But it’s okay. An A2 is alright.

Tomorrow the ‘O’ Level results come out and I will be getting back my Chinese results.
What makes everything all the more nerve-wrecking is that the results will come at the end of the day. Basically, that means we have to come to school in the morning, act as though everything is normal and (try to) pay attention during lessons, and wait for the results to come.

It’s the tension that kills.

Shall go to sleep now.

WON’T THINK ABOUT IT ANYMORE

(though I did have a dream on Monday night. In my dream, I’d gotten an A1)

It is now 11:45pm on a Sunday evening and I’ll hop off to bed in a moment.

There are no tests this week. I presume it’s to give us time to study for the tests next week. But hey, no one’s complaining Though truth be told, I don’t mind a steady stream of 3 or 4 tests every week. However I don’t appreciate 6 tests all piled onto us in one week- it’s way too tiring and I get up every morning thinking of what a dread they are, and how I wish Friday would come faster.
The only thought that gets me coming to school is that I will see my Lovelies and all the other friends We’ve got a sea of us now; I’m a lobster, Chua’s a jellyfish, Eunice’s an octopus/UFO, Cheng is an Unidentified Sea Object (USO), Ethel is the sea turtle! Ade’s a seahorse and Cheryl’s a hippo. We’ve got to decide on something for Jamie.
However, this is

NO ORDINARY WEEK

, we’ll be getting back the results for our Chinese O’ Level.

Okay I got to go sleep. Rather tired despite not doing much.

Today the white birds got set free. One of them couldn’t fly high/far enough. It landed on not far.
The other, however, was glad for its freedom, too glad, and within seconds of freedom it got caught by a crow, which I’m sure devoured its prize somewhere. Rather disturbing, and saddening, actually.
Those feelings of exaltation and liberation so quickly extinguished, leaving everyone…horrified.

Anyway.
3 tests down, 3 more to go!
2 tomorrow: Sets and History.
1 on Friday- Bio. Oh no I haven’t done the worksheets.

The best part: We haven’t been told of any tests next week. (which means we might not have any next week…? Well I could hope)

The English teacher is strange and irritating. And I have to tolerate her lessons week after week after week. The other day, she called on me to give her an answer but she apparently was not satisfied; she said I was beating about the bush and explaining the question but not giving the answer. Then she called on another student to give her the answer, but didn’t allow me to sit. I assumed it was because she wanted me to answer the next question. After 5 minutes of her talking and commenting on my and my classmate’s answers, she went,

‘Okay, Tessa, you can sit now.’

What, what did she make me stand for?
And she talks way too much yet hardly does any teaching. Strange, but true.

Was a walking zombie today in school, throughout the whole day. Shall make attempts to sleep before 12 tonight. Gotta get down to studying Sets (okay maybe not) and reading the History text.
Shall entice myself into memorising the different pacts and conferences and reading the achievements (or not) of the League of Nations. (Hmm how come the United Nations, which is the successor of the League of Nations, is so much more successful?)
Hello Stalin, we meet again.

CHEMISTRY TEST TOMORROW

LET’S HOPE IT GOES FINE!

acid+alkali=salt+water

alkali+ammonium salt=salt+water+ammonia gas

The iodide ions in Potassium Iodide will react with Lead(II) ions to form a bright yellow precipitate.

Please Send Cheeky Mother A Z I To London, Her Coming Must Suit Prince Goondoo.
Potassium Sodium Calcium Magnesium Aluminium Zinc Iron Tin Lead Hydrogen Copper Mercury Silver Platinum Gold

Today is a both pleasant and unpleasant day.

I’ve decided I shan’t do any more work even if it means getting scolded tomorrow and because I’m so damn sleepy I think I’ll just pack my bag and go snooze. So yeah, bye.

Today my dad roared (not shouted, because he has a very loud voice) at me and I sat tearing throughout dinner because I didn’t know what else to do than cry.

I hate how my parents decided to have my brother when they hardly have time to take care of my sister and I and I hate how hard they have to work and I hate how much responsibility is placed on my sister to take care of my brother and I hate being in a school so far away that I can hardly help her and I hate how she gets scolded because of my brother and I hate why my dad isn’t more understanding sometimes and I hate how my brother is too young to realise how difficult things are for my sister and the entire family and I hate how he takes it all for granted and I hate how he doesn’t appreciate it more and I hate

how things are going.

My eyes are so tired I hate crying.