Morning all!
It's precisely 7:19 AM, Tuesday morning and I almost have a garuanteed failure for my exams:). I haven't been able to study at all, I swear, I'm doomed.
You see, with end of year exams, it's not how much you've learnt, but how much you can teach yourself in those last few days where everyone crams into their head as many ramdom facts from the textbook as they can. Of course, cramming takes time, and time is something that I really don't seem to have lately. It's okay for today, I've only got my music exam, it doesn't really matter how I do in that, and I'll probably pass anyway. But the real problem is tomorrow, what kind of dumbarse comes up with the idea of putting Maths, Geography, AND french all into the one day! I'm gonna die!!!
and I've barely studied any of them. Not to mention that tonight, I'm suppossed to be tutoring Bronte and Rebecca for maths, so I have even less time :(.
Omce again, I.......am..........going.......to........die.
and I'm only in year nine! (australian years).
Just another note, Yesterday we were studying in English, and Mrs Cummerford gave us some poems to analyse. The poems were both about death. I don't know why but we were taking it pretty lightly, making jokes and just.....well, just being normal people. I was doing it to, for example, at one time Natalie asked why people saw death as a cold thing, so I replied across the room to her
"Think about it Nat, a dead corspe isn't the most warm and lively thing now, is it?"
and so forth. It was only a few minutes after that I remembered Clare, who's in our class.
Her father died a few years ago from cancer. If something like that happened to me I probably wouldn't come out of my room for ten years, but Clare's faced it really well, and has been really strong. When I looked over at her, you could tell that she was quite upset.
It would have been the poems that affected her, but I'm sure all our comments wouldn't have helped. I shut up immediantely. I feel so sorry for her, she's so brave, and she's one of the few people that you meet who are genuinly nice.
It's funny how things like that can affect you though. The peoms in themselves aren't that emotional, but when you experianced what they're talking about, when you've felt the greif that they're describing, it opens up a portal in your mind, and brings back all those emotions that you first felt when you lost the person.