school-related nonsense
written: 6:18 p.m. on Thursday, Oct. 30, 2003
I didn't go for History lecture, which wasn't such a good move 'cause the demented teacher gave back the papers. Apparently I had a 67%. Bloody hell. I was supposed to get a B but the damn grade got dragged down through mud by the CA marks. Ah well. I'm not surprised anyway; never gave much of a shit about History for the whole year.
That's about it. Oh, and GP Paper 1, essay, was shit. 14/20 for language. And I thought that was my best-written essay. And apparently the HOD (head of department) for GP liked my AQ, which is quite strange, considering I didn't even know what the heck I was writing about. I had like fifteen minutes to do it and I just wrote a page and three-quarter's worth of seemingly-profound nonsense that got me six and a half out of eight.
Hahahahahahahahaha. It's ironic that people think I'm doing well, when half the time I don't even know what I'm doing. Do they think I planned my AQ answer? Or even better, do they think I had the slightest idea what I was writing about? And comprehension has always befuddled me and A Level comprehension is no different. So it's strange that I should be doing consistently well for comprehension and not essay 'cause I put a lot into my bloody essays but I guess I should stop doing that 'cause obviously I do better when I don't give a fuck.
Oh well.
(AQ stands for 'application question'. To explain would be wasting a lot of my time so I shan't bother. Just know that it's the last question of the comprehension paper and that it apparently kills a lot of students. In the negative way, of course. Though I don't see how 'killing' can ever be positive, but nevermind.)
And I won some award for Chinese. I mentioned this a while ago but I can't find the entry so what the hell, I'll just repeat. My Chinese complete-the-story thing got selected by my teacher for some competition that I haven't the slightest clue about, some few months back. It's for some creative writing thingy. Yes, in bloody Chinese. I can't even write in Chinese. I was only able to cock up that piece because of my trusty English-Chinese dictionary.
So back to my main point. Today my teacher told me that I won an award for that piece. Some ���콱. I can't translate that because I don't even know what it means. Oh well. An award is an award. Who cares what it's for.
I got an eight-dollar cash voucher for the bookstore in my school.
Bleah. I'd rather get cash. As in real, hard cash.
Moving away from school-related nonsense. I want to watch this new French (I think) horror flick, "Dead End", but I don't want to watch it alone 'cause it's no fun watching a horror flick by oneself. I can't go with Mel 'cause she's absolutely petrified of such things. So how?
I heard that I have a Maths lecture next Friday after the Chinese paper.
Fuck that. I haven't been to a single Maths lecture ever since the exams ended. So why should I go for that one?
Maybe I'll watch "Dead End" on that day. But I need to find someone to go with me.
Sigh. I don't feel like paying for the movie either so I have to find someone who'll pay for me.
That person would've been The New Kid but obviously not anymore.
I got 49.5% for my Maths promo paper. Haha. What the hell. Passed overall though, so it's all good.
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Previously:
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I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
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What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010