Wrap hope round my neck
Conceal my eyes with wishes and
Bury my soul in dreams

s.o.m.e.t.i.m.e.s. {{too much}} still isn't enough.

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On another note, Math was so bad it was funny. KS found it difficult. And I'm talking about the Math-Olympiad winning math genius KS here. At least Sarah found it okay but I think she's the only one. After a while I got bored and started trying not to get a good grade but to get enough marks so that I could get a 5. (this is, of course, before I found out our not-so-lovely portfolios would be included in our final grade. Which I am happy for)

Varoot applied the same strategy. Oh great I'm now thinking like VAROOT. Shows how desperate I've become... Kidding, kidding. But seriously, even people like Mri skipped almost whole questions and as for poor souls like me, all I could do was bash my head repeatedly against the table while screaming WHYYY. WHYYYY.

Not out loud, of course. Mentally. I can so imagine Mr. Webster mocking us as he set the paper. -.-

Oh well. All in the past. Mm? Now I'm searching for stuff on A Doll's House and hoping I'll get a good grade tomorrow.

English SHOULD be okay, if I work all of tonight and this afternoon.

IF.