Thursday, September 21, 2006!
alas, the second week of prelims hath but put me in a state of bewilderment and shock.
paper after paper i feel as if i am spiralling downwards to my utter destruction.
shock after shock, blow after blow. and mentioning shocks, i just found out from christine's blog that the prose for P8 is about WW2, which i UTTERLY, COMPLETELY, did not detect AT ALL. while i just found out that karen thinks that the 2nd poem of the black boy is TOUCHING while the ever-brilliant me thinks that its MOCKING.
AH! NO MORE! THOU'ST BREAK MY HEART. (compliment this with your hand over your heart and bitter laughter)
yes it is. divine RETRIBUTION.
tomorrow's the last paper. finally.
but instead of joy, i feel this impending doom as well as sorrrow. because the last paper signifies the end of prelims- which means that there is no more chance for me to make up for my soon-to-be-reality lousy grades.
prelims are but MOCK tests for the A levels.
i wonder if they notice the pun.
1:23 AM
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