22.8.13
I don't understand how English works.After an entire 70 minutes of dnm'ing with Samantha during our free period of English, we realised that neither of us understood how the fucking marking for English worked. For the essays we tried our hardest in, gave our all in, we received wtf marks. For the shit we gave not even a single fuck about, we got shit high marks. And to be honest, the feedback the teachers leave are sometimes kinda really fucking questionable. Usually you would write what the students did poorly in, hence lost the marks for- For creative writing, all Edwards wrote was 'Writing' (as fucking usual, he's the only one that comments on my handwriting for the past three years) so are you saying that I lost 2 marks because of my handwriting? This was legit the neatest I've written for an exam in the past two years so can you please take that back and give me actual feedback? But other than that, I guess I'm happy with my creative writing mark (considering I was no joke expecting a single digit number because I rushed it in 15 minutes and didn't use the stimulus as a core central idea crey) Which brings me back to my original point on how the things we thought we did pree shit in actually came back pree good.
Tutor on Tuesday, Daniel gave out space bars and holy shit they taste really nice (never knew about their existence b4 lol)
Wednesday afternoon, waiting for Mrs Abson to finish Japanese orals and start our extension Japanese lesson which in the end, through Mrs Abson's text with poor grammar, Cindy and I thought was cancelled. Turned out there was a lesson whoops. But I'm probably the next Picasso or someshit, pree proud of my drawings (if only I was this good at HSC)
This didn't turn out the way I hoped it did (blame Erica for making me do it)
Guess which qt 3.14s
