Major Tests, Uber Major Quizzes [Or we can just call them EXAMS!] All Around!

First Semester Exams are but a week away for the poor souls that are Australian students.
In addition to this, I believe that the AS Level students are also going through this torture. And in Africa, Saints: they may be heading towards this abyss of doom in a few months, seeing as they've already written their First Term Exams.

And I (being one of many) am going NUTS!

I haven't been doing too much work. To be completely honest. Surprisingly, I am actually getting a 'study week'. The teachers have decided to not plague us during the next week with yet more topics (excepting History of course, but that's fine!) but are willing to allow us to study and practice for exams during lessons. Which is fine in English Lit (partially) seeing as I really do need the practice for all those essays, and in Political and Legal Studies, I reckon a good grounding of the concepts covered will probably do the class a world of good. Considering half the time, we're never really sure what Mr Lacy's on about, but we get through the topics okay enough. (Especially after distracting him a gazillion times with other topics. It is amazing how many topics subjects like History, Political and Legal Studies and English Lit can be related to. Bring one subject up, and we are able to immediately link it to the studied course at hand. I like these essay subjects though, because then it means I don't have to stare at numbers, or fix grammatical errors, or memorise dates the whole day and think that that's all the subject applies to.)

I have my exam timetable (well, it's a draft) and I am liking it immensely at the moment, because I have an exam on practically every day of the week in the morning, except for history which is being doubled up on some other exam in the afternoon, and is thus leaving the last day of exams [a Tuesday] freeeeee for me to sleep on. I did say I was liking it immensely.
Casey has the Monday and the Tuesday off on the 2nd week of exams, which gives her TWO days to sleep in and relax, but then it also means that she has two days where she has to double up on exams. So I guess, generally, I am uber happy with the way my timetable has been arranged. =)

But I digress. Back to the studies, and till after exams: adieu and wish me luuuuck!

Mishy <3

A Floaty Feeling...

Like an anchor has been cut, and I've been left to wander, freely. Touch the skies with my fingertips. Weightless. I guess this is what being a cherub must be like. To fly freely, with nothing to hold you down, and no worries to frustrate you...

Of course, I guess this is then a rather inaccurate representation of my situation seeing as I SHOULD actually be worried for this floaty sensation, that is the lack of an anchor on my wallet. =/ There is now a somewhat wide gaping hole where cash should have once been...

Good news (maybe?) and salutations, I'll be dropping in on my favourite country in December. =) After much trials and tribulations with the booking, the worrying, and the incomprehensible screeching of my mother about university offers, I have finally gotten my flight booking and will be ready to drop in on some of the best people in the world. :P

But you know, the strange thing is...I wasn't sure if I wanted to come back. Normally I am more than excited to head back to the one place that's home, and to this day still is. It's not that I've gotten used to Australia. Will I ever get used to Perth? Somehow, I doubt it. Every day will be a challenge to get through. To look forward to the day when I can once again stretch my wings and wake up- a new day in another place to feel homesick, strange, but happy as well. Of course, the thought of a 40 degree summer contributes as well. =P

But this once, the thought crossed my mind, and I began to doubt. I will come back. For the family that I miss, the friends that I love, and for the culture that's brought me up to be different from the rest of the world. But...it's time for a new place to travel to. To decrease the visits back home a little bit, and look forward to a time when I can look at that line on the map and say 'I wish I was home again'.

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land. - G.K. Chesterton

So...looking forward to seeing you all again in December. =)
Mishy <3

English Lit Student? [Oh the irony!]

When I first got back to school in Perth after a delay, I found that despite entering in the common password that's issued to each year before we're allowed to choose our own passwords, I couldn't log in. Goodness knows why. I reported it to the librarian (of all the people in charge of faulty computer log ins, it's the LIBRARIAN) but nothing was done about it, despite me complaning twice.
But the point was that I couldn't get on for the first 3 weeks of school, before my English Lit teacher finally decided to email Martin the technician one morning about my faulty log in due to the fact that I actually did need the computer for work such as English Lit.
And the rapid-fire response was amazing.
After complaining twice to the library about it, and three weeks of waiting, Martin responded in the afternoon on the same day the complaint from my Lit teacher was sent.

And to add insult to injury, this is what he sent:

And he sent this to me, the English Lit student. And English Literature is the most highly respected of all the English subjects in the school.
It's not his fault, obviously he doesn't know what teacher he's sending it to or what classes I decided to do. But oh! the irony contained in this email is precious.

On a different topic, I just got back my test results from a gazillion tests. It seems the moment I decide to spend more time on subjects like maths or english, my chemistry goes down the drain.
I got 74% for my maths (a huge improvement from the last test!), my english essays are slowly progressing up the B ladder, and my recent history essay earned me 4 out of 5. My chemistry however sunk into the unknown depths of a C from the somewhat better B.
*sigh* There goes the neighbourhood.

Mishy <3

Year 12 Ball

I managed to be taller than JB for all of 5 minutes.
Cynthia let down her hair for the first time in front of me this year.
We got Salsano and Fortune to dance. [Whoopee!]
I think the dress fitted me better at the end of the dance than it did at the beginning. [LOL]
An amazing night, and definitely one to remember.

After months of preparation, and weeks of stress, I guess it was all finally worth it.
But you know...I guess while everyone was so excited about the prospect of a BALL. Wow, dresses, tuxes, limos, before and after parties...for me, I was...well, kind of bored.
It sounds horrible. Months of preparation, weeks of stress and almost A$250 later, and I'm bored? But, well to use a metaphor: once you've worn a piece of jewellry a few times, it kind of loses its shine.
And this is exactly what happened for me.
The first one- Year 9 Prom in GIS was obviously the most amazing one for me. So many things happened, the glamour of 'the first formal dance' was there, it was a night to remember.
Grade 11, Masquerade Ball was definitely different. It was in a school hall (yup, you can already see WHY it's different) plus we had masks with us, making it seem so surreal. =)
And finally, my last ever ball- the Year 12 Ball. For me, this will be one of the few social events I'll ever get to spend with my Aussie mates, having had to miss the Year 11 Dinner Dance and because (most probably) I will not be going for River Rock.

All in all, I'll say it was a good event. Everyone looked AMAZING, even the people who had to wear tudungs and such made themselves up really well.
And just for the people who don't have Facebook:




This is a snippet of the dance.
Enjoy! =)

Mishy <3