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.

Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast

Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

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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Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

AAAAAH

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Paper one and two in TWELVE HOURS or less. RISE AND RULE OF SINGLE PARTY STATES? Aaaah. Causes practices and effects of war?! NO CLUE. Cold War? WON'T EVEN BOTHER.

My only comfort is having read the entire Lenin/Stalin textbook over the weekend... WHY AM I BLOGGING. MUST STUDY.

MUST WRITE ESSAYS.

PANICCC.

Alegría

'ello 'ello.

This'll be a very standard blog, nothing fancy.

IB History HL exam in um. Four days! And five days! It's a five hour exam you see, three parts to it and all. I've studied a lot of pages from this textbook, but it's really only been one subject, and there's sooo much more stuff to study, urgh.

Trotsky is so cool, he had this train he used to ride around during the civil war, it had a propaganda-making machine inside it, food, communications devices and all. Talk about a pimped out ride, and he rode all around Russia inspiring troops, which apparently helped a lot.

The night time is a very a neat place. There are many things that happen at night that can only be seen at night, it's very cool indeed. I must emphasize that I have not discovered the night alone, but rather had it shown to me.

High school's end is just around the corner (I'd make a pun involving Mr. Corner here but alas I have none), and it's severely depressing. It really is, I feel depressed whenever I think about it. Most people I talk to are awfully glad to be leaving high school forever, but it makes me very sad thinking I won't be able to wander the hallways like I usually do at lunch or whatever. I meet a lot of people that way, and though I do get told mean things from time "Do you HAVE any friends, Gabe?" (that comment having been told to me after my fifth circling around of the third floor), it's a sort of ritual, I suppose.

I am, of course, excited for Katimavik, with my departure set for September 17th, and my package detailing where my three locations will be to arrive sometime in the near future. But it's really scary, I can only describe this fear by comparing it to claustrophobia: for nine months, I won't be able to have physical human contact with any of the people I have come to know through the years. Though I'm not exactly a social person, and as such you may be tempted to think "but Gabe, you never did anything anyway", it's more of the fact that I WON'T have the chance to do something even if I wanted to that bugs me.

So, I suppose I should make the most of what's left huh?

We'll see what happens.

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Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.

P.S. Ha ha, have fun with your 18-22 hours of IB exams, IB'ers.
P.P.S. Yes, I realize that I have school left whereas you're all done after those grueling hours, but shh.