The Flame of Youth

Goodness, the IB history exam is overrrr. It really wasn't a pain, and it gave me an excuse to miss a few days of school. Of course, I won't mention how much of a pain the exams must be for the real IB'ers, but ha, all I can say is that you got yourselves into it.

I baked cookies yesterday. They were delicious. 'nuff said.

Today was a very wasteful day. I slept in till like 11:30, skipping Calculus in the process, but I had a spare first period because history is goooone. Had an enjoyable lunch, and went to French class, where we weren't doing anything anyway because of oral presentations... And then I went to APS, but we had a supply teacher, so I went home. So really, coming to school was mostly pointless.

A rather boring week ahead, it seems. I have to go to Yorkville and snap pictures for my french culminating, a load of fun that will be for sure. Anyone wanna tag along? :( Didn't think so. But, on the other hand, exploring Toronto is pretty cool sometimes. Especially since Yorkville is (well rather, used to be) hippie-haven. Yep, all the hippies were at one point connected to Yorkville until it became Yuppie-town. Now it's all fancy boutiques and stuff. What a shame...

If I find anything interesting in Yorkville, I might post a few pictures here. I daresay I should add much, much more visuals. But hey! I uploaded a couple of new things to the right, over there ------>.

Well, toodelioo.

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That boy needs therapy.

Well, I had Papers One and Two of my HL IB Exam... Paper One, was, as expected, quite easy. Paper Two was a huge pain. The way it works is that Paper One makes you write just enough so that your fingers feel a bit tired, then they give you a ten minute break till the real torture comes: an hour and a half of writing essays. I talked about the causes of WW1 and 2, and then about Lenin's legacy.

The worst is yet to come though: Paper Three consists of two and a half hours of writing three essays. If my wrist and fingers were on fire before, now they'll be incinerated.

I must say it was one of my most stressful times of my life, last night - I was under considerable stress not only from the exam, but from something much, much more important which unfortunately must again remain unnamed.

And more stress tonight... Which three options shall I pick for my essays?! I still haven't decided.

I wish the exam was at 12:45 again, that would be so nice... Though I must pity those who are taking the IB math exam, ha, ha.

2/3.

Such a nice number, compared to, oh, what is it, 3/15 or so? Heehee.

So long, commentless observers who nonetheless read my blog.

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