Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Purple Feathers

Boo... Havn't blogged in like ten days or more. Promos coming up in a week; exactly a week. And of course what have I done? Or what can I claimed to have done? Read ONE of my lit text and tried to do some sort of analysis... And that leaves the following undone:

26 Robert Frost Poems
12 Chapters of Maths
4 Chapters of Econs
4 Chapters of Int'l Hist
2 Chapters of SEA Hist
One whole blue book of Chinese

Of course the Econs and History 4 and 2 chapters are really deceiving cuz these two are the BIG subjects. Doesn't help that up till now, the highest I've ever gotten for any econs essay was my FIRST ever essay at the start of the year. It's so fantastically encouraging to get a 10/25 after 9 months of econs... Initially I was wondering if I should even bother trying for S papers, but then now that I decided I shall at least not sell myself short and give myself the options, I'm really pessimistic about being able to achieve it... Esp since all I'm aiming for econs is to maintain that freaking O. It's slowly beginning to sink in that promos might actually be different from all those sec school EOYs and that it might actually matter a shitload more?

I just slept from like 5 or 6 till 9 and I'm still sleepy... Today was a horrid day cuz all my plans got disrupted. Although my plan was to simply get home earlier and just sleep. Had a series of nightmares last night, the type where you feel you're trying desperately to wake up but you do for a sec and then you sink back into the nightmare. Havn't had something like that in ages... Years probably. The worst thing was that it was about people I know now, in the school. Can't rmb much except that it included d ings and me pointing the third finger and sir catching it 0.0 Maybe it serves to point out the ridiculously high regard I have for sir and everything else proper atm. I can't help it. As long as I feel that I have to meet expectations I tend to get quite uptight...

My mind is a sudden blank when I want to coherently type out the mess in my head. Shall go then. Sigh.

Someone out there gimme some strength; I feel I can't make it on my own much longer...

~ st*rcr*ss*d ~

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