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Hello internet! Are you doing awesome? I wouldn’t know, you never answer my calls 😦 We used to be tight, what happened? (By the way, it’s totally you, not me!)

In other news, I’ve been stumbling along through the days after school. I actually asked the manager on duty tonight what she did when she finished school – she said she worked, and moved. That’s about it. Hmm, sounds promising. Work sucks when I’m on with the people I was on with tonight – not my manager, she’s cool enough, but the rest of the staff make me want to tear my hair out sometimes. And people are just so damn rude these days! Rude, disrespectful, lazy.

I must be guilty of the same crimes. I know I can be all of those things. But in comparison to what I see day to day, I feel like I was raised in a different time. A stricter time, sure, but you know I believe that strict social structure served a very good purpose. Humanity will never pin down the perfect balance, but we’ve gone too far to the other extreme! When did strict become synonymous with bad anyway? Or disciplined become associated with overbearing dictators? No, discipline and being strict are not bad things.

Ladies who didn’t speak unless spoken too. From our perspective it sounds kind of harsh, but now take a moment to reflect on ‘ladies’ who speak to you these days, whenever they want. Do they sound delicate? Are they polite? Or do they swear and call you all kinds of horrible words that no one, male or female, should use? I heard from my hairdresser the other day that she had a customer once whom she was telling about a young lady she’d served before. The woman apparently said to her, “Now was it a lady or a woman? There’s a difference you know.” It’s so true! Now, from my observations of people around me I can list hundreds of different reasons why society has become so verbally abusive, but it could take me a very long time and I’m sure my readers are clever enough to have observed it themselves.

I just can’t understand why you would allow yourself to become that way. Don’t they feel guilty, or self-loathing when they insult people or show no respect to their teachers or bosses or even co-workers? I know I would. There is just so much rude behaviour these days and I can hardly stand to be around it. As I said, I often feel as though I was raised in another time; there’s an incredible ‘generation gap’ between my grade and the grade below us – ridiculous! Five-year-olds with ‘relationships’ and mobile phones, and girls who go to a ball wearing the shortest skirts.

It’s almost laughable. It’s really pathetic. Now, the people I work with aren’t that bad, but there are things they do which just demonstrate the kind of person they are in every day life. It makes me fear for the future, and it’s getting harder and harder to just shrug it off when someone walking down the street insults me just for glancing in their direction.

What do you think? Why do you think, or what do you think is the primary reason people are more disrespectful these days? Post a comment!

Respectfully,
Lexiconish.

Music: None.
Mood: Frustrated.
Book: Inheritance – Christopher Paolini.

PS: Internet, I miss you. Didn’t you like the flowers I sent you? Answer my calls!

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The Memories With Love

Hello everyone!

I just completed the final stage of my school years. The year 12 formal was on Thursday (it is now Saturday), and initially it really didn’t bother me. Finishing school, whatever, exciting. It’s cliche to say that ‘they were the best years of my life, everyone told me that and I didn’t believe them’ – but it is true. I guess I just didn’t really realise I was ever having fun, or rather because school brought my friends and I together, removing it from the picture… leaves a big empty space.

They showed a slideshow at the formal, and it was kind of annoying because of how biased it was; one of the popular girls made it, and wouldn’t let anyone help, so all the pictures were the same people over and over… but it did drive home that this was kind of the end.

Ryan got into uni as did Connor and Nic and Samuel and Ashlee and Emma and… the list goes on. We’re a bright bunch, but you know most of them are going straight to uni without deferring so next year so many of them are moving 45 minutes away… it doesn’t seem like a big deal except that I know that suddenly I won’t be seeing them every day. I’m really going to miss that… and then I look at all these photos from the past few years and think; damn, I’m really gonna miss him/her. I don’t delude myself, I know how easily and quickly people can lose contact with each other, and I recognise I’m probably never going to see or hear from these people again. People with whom I grew up with and celebrated with and made jokes with and loved.

It’s frightening, and the strangest feeling not being expected to do anything during the day, or to actually be aware that I’m not procrastinating on an assignment when I write on here or check YouTube… and with all my friends getting right in I feel kind of unaccomplished. I still work at a certain pizza place where I am comfortable, even though I hate the work, and I know the people well. I’m a little scared I won’t leave; that can happen, I know, when you’re just too comfortable where you are.

It brings up all these memories I thought I had forgotten. There are recent ones, from presentation day and muck up day and slave day, and memories from my 18th when all of us sung the entire song from Portal – you know the one, Still Alive? – in the middle of dinner. There are older ones, when I taught Lizzy the Llama song at tennis in year 8 and we used to sit and toss the ball under the net since we dismally failed at playing, or when I made a bomb shelter plan with Nicola in year seven as part of a project, where as long as we solved the major problems we didn’t have a theoretical budget limit… or in year 9 when Will knocked me off my seat in science, and in year 7 I found out about Connor’s trip to New Zealand…

In the library earlier this year, debating republic vs the monarchy with Lucy… bitching about our English teacher in a private room upstairs with Lizzy and Emma or Ella or Chloe… mourning the loss of Dave’s football to the roof, our mascot Larry the Scrub Turkey… playing lions in the infants with Elena and Geordie… spitting out the grass we were dared to eat and being horrified because Elena ate it… the snow trip, where we built a snow fort, and fought another school in an epic snowball fight… canoeing at Bent’s Basin and sharing a tent with Elena, and it was so hot… being too scared to absail…

And memories not really related to school too, just times throughout my life that I feel are kind of over now. Well, they ended a long time ago I suppose, but now these people have grown up and it’s just… different…

Like when we were kids in the ’90s and my sister and cousins and I were all obsessed with The Spice Girls… haha, I remember they learnt the songs and pretended they were different members of the band. Even though they didn’t have ‘Ginger Spice’ they wouldn’t let me be a part of it, until I cried and begged, and my brother was the ‘manager’… and roller blading for the first time. I didn’t do very well. One of those cousins is married now! Another has a baby.

Or my sister learning to write in Elvish and writing my full name on a piece of paper that she burnt around the edges for me… or getting Simba, my cat… pretending there were foxes living under the house… my brother convincing me that the huge mound of dirt in our backyard was a volcano because I wanted to be an archaeologist when I was little, and getting me to clean rocks with a toothbrush… my sister and brother teaming up to persuade me that it was called a cake of soap because it could be eaten, and both being disappointed when I didn’t burp bubbles… then both of them pretending one of my toys hatched from an egg… my sister teaching me that it was good manners to wait for an invitation before going to someone’s house… my brother cutting my dreams of archaeology short by telling me if I did that I’d have to be like Indiana Jones… Pizza Hut birthdays and McDonald’s birthdays and getting stuck on Hayley’s cubby house roof, and telling ghost stories one rainy day in my parent’s bay window and swimming in the dam and finding a leech stuck in my shoe…

Learning how to ride a bike, then riding the bike path near the dog run when my mum took the dogs there, singing in the rain, tending pop’s veggie garden with him, reading to mum, listening to dad read to me, crying because of the voice in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets…

Memory after memory after memory present themselves for examination and it makes me so sad and happy at the same time. I really miss those days and those people… and I know that it’s ending now, and it’s a new life altogether. I don’t want to lose everyone. I just don’t know what to do with myself now… and all my friends, because I can’t stay with them all, you know? A lot of rites of passage have happened all at once and there’s all these things that need resolving… so now I’m looking at photos, recent and old, and one image will conjure up all the memories and sights and sounds and smells that came with that moment… and I’m reading the messages everyone wrote on my bear and in my 18th book for me last weekend… and these people really love me, you know? And I love them. It seems a bit late to realise that.

What to do now?

I think it’s time to give that some real thought. Love to you all, and to the past, and hope for the future… everyone’s future.

Lovingly,
Lexiconish.

Music: Graduation Song (Friends Forever) – Vitamin C
Mood: Nostalgic
Reading: Inheritance – Christopher Paolini

Dear People of the Internets,

Lots of developments lately.

First off, I turned eighteen. Hooray! *Mini internets party*.

To celebrate my parents and I trekked to Mayfield Garden, which is enormous and beautiful given it is a fledgling public garden in Australia. Magnificent, but of course it led to my being badly sunburnt, the effects of which have yet to fade even though it has been a week. I’m still red and sore, believe it or not.

Here be photos:

So as you can see I was getting pretty burnt.

Anyway, after that I did my last HSC exam ever! Yay!

I’m free at last! Much like Rapunzel, I have now tasted liberty. It’s amazing. But I also don’t know what to do anymore. Then on Wednesday I went to school to ‘sign out’… never mind what that means. I ran into Ryan in the study room because he had an exam that day, and I decided to stop and talk, because we both like:

Yes, we do – what of it? Anyway we were talking about it and somewhere along the line I asked him out and he said yeah, so here I am, officially unavailable. Hm. Anyway my brother tells a better version of the story:

“One day Lyndsay was riding a unicorn pony because they were looking for a rainbow, and they found it, and Ryan was sitting on the rainbow. Then the pony tripped on the rainbow and Lyndsay fell down and said ‘Ouch’ and Ryan said ‘Ok’ because he thought she said ‘Do you want to go out with me?’ and it all worked out.”

I don’t know how I’m related to him and don’t have the same story-telling skills, but there you go.

So after that I went to the Chinese Gardens in Sydney which are also especially beautiful, but my browser is slow so I’ll put up pictures another time. Then we (my family and I) climbed the Harbour Bridge at night. It was my second time! Then we had dinner at Pancakes on the Rocks; if you’re ever in Sydney, I recommend it. Finally, on Friday I’ve got a party to celebrate with all my friends, and then after that…

Well, you get the idea. In addition, I’m doing NaNoWriMo; that’s National Novel Writing Month, so it’s busy, busy, busy!

Happily,
Lexiconish.

Music: Fireflies – Owl City
Mood: Little Bit Tired, Mostly Content
Reading: Fenrir – M. D. Lachlan

Three exams down, three to go! I am officially halfway there! WoooooaaaaaΒ we’re halfway there! WooooooooooaaΒ livin’ on a prayer!

In twelve days I turn eighteen – everyone cheer! Everything is happening now, and really it’s always been like that in my life. Oh I had so many sarcastic comments on my mind writing essays today at school. I was doing my English and Society & Culture exams and a catty remark kept hovering on the edge of my mind, but I had to remind myself that it was an HSC exam, not an assignment for my Ancient History teacher who it turns out appreciates sarcasm in my work because it shows I’m engaging with the topic.

For some reason people like what I do best of all when I do it purely from spite… (or in the case of the Ancient History assignment, because how could I not say those things about a fraud?). Huh.

Anyway I’m feeling kind of… buoyant at the moment. It’s not the exams either because I’ve still got three to go and one is the day after my birthday. I’m listening to happy music, so I suppose that could be contributory.

Well. I was happy. Yesterday. Now I’m somewhat depressed and frustrated; a side-effect of watching the news. I mean, the news always gets me down, and not just because of sad stories. I find it pathetic that what we deem news is often some kind of celebrity gossip.

Now I have to voice my opinion because this is truly terrible. Today celebrity gossip wasn’t the ‘news’, and we actually had some decent stories on, and when I say decent I mean they were newsworthy, not that they were good news.

First of all, I’ll proudly say that I am a monarchist and an Australian. There has been, for many years, a continuous debate about becoming a republic and I couldn’t be more against it. Australia is practically America’s little clone, America’s ‘mini-me’ and it’s quite frankly disgusting. Americans can do what they like, but I’ll be damned if Australia takes one more step in their direction. The day Australia becomes a republic, I will sing God Save the Queen at the top of my lungs and move to England whatever the cost.

It sounds extreme, but I can’t stand the idea of our country being run by a president, because they won’t be good for us. Having the monarchy gives us stability, a back-up to everything. Now, if we became a republic and got someone decent as a president, someone who is like the queen, I could bear it. But what we will end up with is a grubby, greedy bastard who will drag us down all the more. ‘If it ain’t broke don’t fix it’ is a good way to describe the situation; as I see it, there’s no real reason to move even further away from our mother country.

Second of all, a true tragedy occured in this country. A man who owned a private zoo released all the animals and subsequently committed suicide. The animals were all slaughtered.

The order to kill the animals, including eighteen endangered bengal tigers, was given to protect the people. But the town wasn’t very large and many other options were available; a warning should have been issued for everyone to stay indoors until the danger had passed. Then the police should have gone out, not with guns to kill, but with tranquilizers. They should have recaptured the animals and looked for somewhere to keep them; any zoo could have taken them in, but instead they were all killed.

There is NO call for that kind of action. The value of human lives ABOVE animals needs to be reconsidered; why do we view ourselves as so much more important? Why do we feel like humans have some greater value than any animal, when all damage to the world has been caused by humans alone. Any damage done by animals is a direct result of human action; introduction of foreign species to other countries where they then destroy the native flora and fauna, for example, is entirely the fault of humanity.

No, this was wrong. There’s no light in which I can consider this a reasonable course of action. Wrong doesn’t even begin to cover it; there are no words for what a repulsive and repugnant tragedy this was. This was a cold-blooded massacre.

Incensed and outraged,
Lexiconish.

Music: Bullets – Tuung.
Mood: Enraged.
Book: Fenrir – M. D. Lachlan.

Neptune’s Cheesecake

Hello all.

Did you know that cheesecake was invented in Ancient Greece? Well, it was. Which is interesting, because if you think about the value of cheesecake and compare it to everythingΒ the Romans ever gave us… the Greeks totally outshone the Romans, eh? Well okay, the Romans were pretty awesome. But they were building on what Greeks had already done! I mean, they couldn’t even invent their own gods, you know? They just stole them from Greece and Egypt and renamed them so no one would suspect. From Poseidon to Neptune, Aphrodite to Venus… I am a little curious why they bothered to rename them at all anyway.

I was just musing on that really. I’m not sure where the idea came from.

Ooh, also:

Have you read more than 6 of these books? The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books listed here. (If I may interject; there are quite a few more than 100 books listed as some of the titles are series titles, so consist of more books! Oh now I’m just nit-picking.)

Instructions: Copy this into your journal. Bold the books you’ve read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started to read but didn’t finish or read an excerpt from, and underline those you own but have not read yet.

I’m also putting an asterisk (*) next to those that I plan to read sometime soon.

1. Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series – JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee*
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman*
10. Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11. Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 – Joseph Heller*
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
19. The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch – George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace – Lev Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis !!!!
34. Emma – Jane Austen
35. Persuasion – Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis !!!!
37. The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini*
38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Berniere
39. Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41. Animal Farm – George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving
45. The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood*
49. Lord of the Flies – William Golding*
50. Atonement – Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52. Dune – Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World – Aldous Huxley*
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck*
62. Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov (I have never heard of this, but am already intrigued. *ed.)
63. The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69. Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens*
72. Dracula – Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses – James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal – Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession – AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exuper
93. The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94. Watership Down – Richard Adams*
95. A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

Total: Bold (I have read completely) 22.
Italics (I have begun to read, or have read excerpts of) 11.
Underlined (I own but haven’t/don’t plan to read yet) 8.
*ed – those that I plan to read, regardless of owning them or not – 11.

!!!!! I would like to draw attention to the fact that this is technically listed twice. If we are saying that a book series is allotted one space, and we must assume this is so based on other examples, then The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe shouldn’t be listed as it is already counted in the Chronicles of Narnia.

The books I own that I have also read total: 16.

Actually, looking back over that list, Hamlet shouldn’t be mentioned separately from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, since it is the complete works of Shakespeare and Hamlet would therefore be in it! Oh BBC, for all the wonderful things you produce for us, you really should work on this. But I do see the point; too few people read genuinely well-written books these days, and fewer still the ones written prior to the 20th century. It is a crying shame that this is the case, but it cheers one up to see how many titles come up in bold on this!

Books I was surprised weren’t on the list (though they’re not all of them classics… here, I’ll bold the good ones and underline the bad ones in my opinion as a reader and writer. Anything I am neutral on, I’ll leave in normal font).

A Series of Unfortunate Events
Artemis Fowl Series
Twilight Saga
The Inheritance Cycle
Anything Else Relating to Vampires and Romance
Agatha Christie novels such as Miss Marple or Poiroit novels

There are probably more, but that will do – they sprang to mind while I was going through the list.

And that’s all folks!
Somewhat Resignedly,
Lexiconish.

Music: Blame it on the Pop 2005 Remix
Book: Artemis Fowl – Annual Reading Number One
Mood: Proxy Error.

 

 

A La Cinderalla (Updated)

Hello again!

I am officially finished school. I have the HSC exams to do, but officially I have completed thirteen years of school. Yay!

We have been working really hard, and the final week of school was pretty much the time for us to all break loose as a grade one last time before we all part ways to become the new youth of the world.

Monday was a car wash, to raise money for our formal at the end of the year, and fun as that was we also had an auction. Of slaves. My year put themselves on the line and found out their value to the community. I think the highest bid was somewhere around $100, but for a human life that’s pretty cheap. My friend Lizzy bought my friends Ryan, Tate and Will – we tried to buy Connor, Liam and Max too but we weren’t loud enough. Lizzy loaned them to us, and they went for $42. Two girls went for $2.

After that, on Tuesday we held a sausage sizzle to raise even more money, and it was a success. I didn’t organise it but I bought a drink from it and none of us went to classes that day. Except my ancient history class – dedication or what?

Wednesday was Slave Day itself. Lizzy took our three slaves to the art building and loaned Will to Yaniah in photography. Lizzy and I didn’t have any classes so we amused ourselves in an art room with Amanda. During second period we decided to send Ryan and Tate out to dance in front of everyone, which sparked the amazing idea of getting them to dance for a little more fundraising. They were all dressed in suits and sunglasses with water guns, as the Russian mafia. They had accents and everything; they’re good at accents. Anyway, we made a sign “Russian Mafia Dance Crew” with the logo and then we marched out at recess to dance. I carried a sign explaining that songs or dance moves could be requested for a coin donation – even 5c would be acceptable. Lizzy pumped music from the art room out the window and it was great fun, though we only ended up making $2.20 from it.

Thursday was Muck Up Day. Lots of things happen on Muck Up Day – it used to be a much bigger event, actually. When my parents were in year 12, my dad’s year flooded a quad using sandbags to block it off and raced little paper boats across the surface. My mother and her friends kidnapped their science teacher and tied her (in a raincoat) to the flag pole, throwing water bombs and such at her. A few years ago the students covered one side of a teacher’s car in L plates, leaving the driver side blank so that she wouldn’t notice initially. That kind of thing is no longer allowed – why, every year it is tradtition to take over the assembly. My mother’s year did it dressed as nazis in a jeep back when they had assemblies outside. But were we allowed? No. They forbid us from entering the hall. So in revenge, we covered the stairs outside the exit in plastic cups and filled them all with water:

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Additionally we had a Great Debate between students and teachers with the topic “Students are more insane than teachers” with the students on the negative. It was a lot of fun and very entertaining – I was part of the team and got up to speak, so I feel quite proud of myself! It was just a lot of nonsense, but so very worth while.

Finally today was the presentation – the grand finale. There were tears. There was laughter. Most importantly, there was an end. How am I celebrating? I, ladies and gents, am going to a ball. Don’t worry. There will be photos.

… I had been dancing a lot. Sadly, the above image is me!

Music: Mr Blue Sky – ELO
Mood: Tired
Book: Artemis Fowl – Annual Reading Number One

Wie Bitte? (Updated)

‘Ello, ‘ello, ‘ello.

Tomorrow morning is my HSC German Speaking Exam. Those people who aren’t Australian should know that the HSC is the final exams of highschool – the big guns.

No matter how prepared you think you are, there is something exceptionally daunting about going into school on a Saturday to speak in a language you vaguely understand with a person you’ve never met before in your life. I’m so frantic, because I’ve got this horrible feeling that I’ll walk into that little room and they’ll say:

“Guten Tag, wie gehts?”

And even though all I need to say is “Gut, danke” I know I’ll be so nervous I’ll just end up saying “Tashentischdankelie” with maybe a “hrmmm” on the end to fade out. I’ll probably swear then. I can only hope that if I swear in German it’ll be worth a mark.

I’ve been studying. Normally I say that and it’s a lie, but this time I really have been studying. Last night, I was so sure I was gonna ace this exam. But then… I had an epiphany.

^ This is my first comic… excuse the lameness I actually scribbled it whilst composing this post!Anyway. This epiphany was basically that… oh yeah. This exam. It’s actually important.

See I am renowned for my brilliant ideas. Like the fact I quit my job last year to focus on the HSC and then decided to come back because my dad lost his job. One of my bright ideas was that since I was doing so fantabulously well in German I could stop working. About half-way through the year I realised I was losing my place – I no longer understood what my teacher was saying. And then a couple of weeks ago I remembered I would have to sit an exam for this… hey, maybe I should probably learn this shit.

And that is how I wound up in this situation. Wish me luck!

Anxiously,
Lexiconish

Music: Die Hasen
Mood: Nail-biting
Book: Warriors: Into the Wild.

UPDATE: So you know how I was all “bleh German help panic” and everyone else was all “pfft German :D”? Well I’ve done the exam. It was incredibly intimidating, as I expected it would be andΒ I messed up a few times but it was mostly ok. Considering I’m the top of my class and I went last, I think he may have dumbed down the questions for me by the time I came in – well, the others never paid much attention, I guess he assumed none of us did.