I missed two more days! I'm so bad at this. The blog was set up two weeks today and I'm already slacking. How rude indeed! But I'm trying my best to keep up.
Nothing much happened over the weekend. I've still got this ridiculous cold/flu thing which is not leaving me no matter what medicine I take and how much rest I get, so I've given up. I can't miss any college anyway, especially not now because I've got exams in January (right after we get back from the holidays). Sucks, but that's life.
Well. Eleven days until Christmas, but even more pressingly exciting: two days until the concert! Oh. My. God. And I can't sing. Just great. Bloody cold. >.<
And yes, an emoticon was of great importance right there.
I may have mentioned last week that I did a mock exam in English and I was so positive that I'd failed that I wrote "this is so bad" on my page at the end of the exam. I got the results back today and didn't actually fail, which is fabtabulous! I actually worked out my grades and ended up getting four marks off an A, which is annoying but it was my first exam so there's plenty of time for improvement. Charlotte, who is in another English Lang class to me, got the results from her mock too; she got one mark off an A in the classifying texts exam and an A in the other (which I don't have my results for yet). I was already determined to get an A in English but now I'm even more determined... nothing like a bit of competition to get one the top grades in one's favourite subject.
We did the mock for the second part of the exam today and again I wrote "now this is bad" at the end of the paper. Last time Hannah actually replied: "No... it is really not!" - so I wonder if she'll reply again this time. I have a better feeling about this exam, because it's easier, but I still don't think I did very well.
Then again, I got an A in GCSE English Lit, and I wrote a load of absolute crap for that.
So tomorrow is Tuesday. I like Tuesdays; free, history, lunch, English, free. Nice timetable. Except the girl with whom I spend my first free isn't here this week due to the fact she's doing a health and childcare diploma and they're spending all week at their work placements instead of in college. But I'm sure I'll find something to do. I'll get the results from my history essay and my other English mock... oo er.
Today in media, my teacher Zoe was so pissed off with the people who hadn't done the homework that she made them leave. I've never seen that happen before... teachers threaten to do it all the time but never actually do. There ended up being five of us left, which was actually really nice because we were all doing separate things anyway, so it would have been crazy if we'd had everyone there. It was just lucky that I'd already done the homework (we had to write a story that we could script for our final movie and I was using a story that I used for GCSE) because I don't remember Zoe actually setting it as homework so I probably would have been one of the ones leaving.
Ooh, one of the hot boys in my IT class is slooking at me. Me like.
And yes, I did mean to put an S before looking. Don't ask. Okay, don't ask because I'm going to tell you anyway. Ages ago, my brother and I were watching Doctor Who [the one with the Ood and Rose, if you're wondering; with the black hole <3] and one of the characters said "Don't look, don't look at me!" but he let the T from "don't" slur into the "look", so it sounded like "don't slook, don't slook at me". Cora and I have said slooking ever since. Tis fabtabulous, darling.
A while ago, in English, we were talking about Christmas and somebody suggested we bring mince pies at the end of term, and then Camilla, Beccy and I were like “But I don’t like mince pies!” so Hannah said she’d bring an assortment of food. Then she was like “Well we won’t be doing anything that last lesson anyway... we’ll be watching a DVD or something. Well the Lit class have The Lion King so I guess we should watch something... because The Lion King is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really loosely based on Hamlet.”
She then went on to explain why it's really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really loosely based on Hamlet and oh my God, it actually is. It’s been years since I watched The Lion King and I’ve never seen Hamlet but she said somebody (Scar I think) kills somebody else and then the son, “Hamlet... or Simba, if you like,” comes back to claim his kingdom. Seriously it’s true. And how awesome. I mean I knew Disney's stories were hardly ever original, but Shakespeare? Really?
Now it's four o'clock and both college and IT is over for this wonderfully dark Monday. (Dark as in outside; I'm not depressed.) So I'll see you horrible lot later.
Love you really!
Molly x
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