RAHso i woke up this morning feeling queasy anticipating getting my methods aps task mark back. might have had something to do with that nightmare i had last night about getting a score of like 2/17.
well.
i didn't get 2.
..i got slightly better than 2. -_-'' when i absolutely refuse to say the mark, you know it's bad. it's my worst test score of the year and yeah..it'd better stay the worst. i don't think i'll pass vce if i keep getting scores like that and no.. i'm not dramaticising it.
my apathy, on the other hand is alarming me slightly. apparently girls cried in the toilets. i didn't.. and i probably did worse. sigh. i wasn't even disappointed. i expected it and i was just.. resigned. making careless mistakes is like a curse on my part.. no matter how hard i try to look out for them, there's always some crucial thing i miss and it makes my whole question wrong. why!! *cries*
my resignated feeling turned into indignation when i found on ms mahendos or whatever her name is told her whole class what formula to use, which saved them at least a good 8 marks in total, going by the consequential marks hinging on knowing the formula.
-_-'' RAH AT MOHENDOS.
it was bad enough that we were the first class to do it and by the end of the day, everyone knew the hard questions. >.< other than that, the day passed in a slight blur. i don't think it's hit me just yet that my oral is a week away and i'm not really prepared.
have a sudden urge to bake something..
someone get me out of this .. thing im trapped in. >.< i feel like im suspended above myself and watching me go through each day without really living it. i wish id taken it harder so i'll be driven to do everything so much better. its mildly frustrating that i'm not giving my best and therefore i'm not disappointed and therefore i'm not working harder to make it better.
this is what i learnt in psych today. every now and then we can help each other out and.. inspiration comes from the smallest things. there is never a goal you can't reach with the help of a few good buddies and a coupla tools life gives you.
i wish i was a bird and i could just take off and fly away.
They flew so high- on wings of white.
So many did their dance of glorious flight.
Like a flower bloomed above me- I could feel it in the air.
It was then I finally saw the message there.
Unclip those wings my child and fly into the air.
