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Back from Dover.
Not really going to bother doing a big long post as I am going to go to Germany tomorrow due to my German Exchange. Felix is a nice bloke (and I drink tea). He likes Science.
Practice papers were all fine; I mailed them through my singing teacher’s door. I got 77% on my first one, and I’m pretty sure that gets a merit. If I get 87% or higher in my other 3, DISTINCTION YEAHAEY!
Bye again. Sorry for being so boring.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY:
Google “diphallus terata”. Go on. Do it.
Filed under: Boring day. | Tags: armenia, armenian, batman, cold, creative, egypt, english, french, german, hot, iceland, making out, newborn baby, piano, poem, problems, robin, sick, super, syria, temperature of countries, urg, urgh, urh, word, writing
Oh well. I’m posting now, and that’s what matters.
If anyone’s interested, Bruna seems OK with me now. d ^_^ b
I had a piano lesson today too. Various singing/school exams have sort of made piano take a backseat, but it’s awwwwright. Jacqueline, my piano teacher, is Armenian. She’s going to see her siblings-in-law during the half term in Syria: I made a comment about how it hot it was going to be and apparently it’s going to be a solid 35 degrees C at the very least.
Funny thing is I’ve never spent anything longer than half a day in a really hot country. I went to Egypt once with my family (es war super/il a été super-chouettes/it was thuper!), and that’s it. Cold countries I’ve been to. Iceland can get pretty nasty, and I’m pretty sure I’ve ran around outside in -10 C at least.
Funny, that.
Me, Anthony (who is Mr. English/Languages/Humanities: me and him are often neck-and-neck in many of those subjects) and some other guise did a creative writing special lesson thing today. Me and Anthony were in a team decipering those word problem; e.g. HO ROB OD is ROB-IN-HOOD, YOU JUST ME is JUST BETWEEN YOU AND ME etc. We won by quite a large margin.
We worked on this poem called ‘Kid’. It was supposed to be as if Robin was saying it about Batman, and it was pretty good, methinks. A bit too “ooh, look at me, the sentence goes over the line, OOooOo!”, actually.
Parents needd me for sum reason sorry bai
I’m back, and I had to lay the table and such and eat the meal. My neighbours were round for some reason, and the only daughter and child of the family was talking about a twenty-year-old “making out” with a newborn baby and the baby being sick in the twenty-year-old’s mouth.
I left.
