13.02.2003 ~ 8:30 pm
after living 2 days thinking it was thursday, the day has finally come. and it is so overrated. report reading first thing in the morning was. that�s fabulous cos we get the reports tomorrow.
all was well until... the bastard gave me B 1 for spanish.
if you want to remain interested, please avoid the part in the stars:
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at least have the decency to give me B 2. it was pretty apparent that i hadn�t revised. if it wasn�t then... get a brain. (i�m gonna go on about exam results now, which, i know, are not exactly proportional to how well you do in class etc., but it does generally show one�s capabilities pretty well. so:) i got 83%. that's above the median of 70 something, but whatever. he told me that i was 3% away from getting an A*. now that�s without proper revision. let�s summarise: general ability > exam results. exam results = nearly A* so anyone with logic can tell you that general ability = at least an A, most probably A*. i know, again, that GCSE grades are not the same as report grades, but near enough. so are you saying that B = A*? cos that�s bullshit.
let�s compare. i got 83%. that's a B. karen got 70 something percent, somewhere around the median, also a B. miri got 88%. that's definitely an A* and what does she get? B.
other things to Nota Bene: apparently, the lower set, A* was 75%. also, apparently, the bastard doesn�t realise that you can have A-�s, B+�s etc. but i really don�t remember this happening last time i get a report. maybe he didn�t write it. Also, bad signature. like a retarded celtic knot.
for all intents and purposes, let�s not mention amy and hannah, who are 2 out of the 5 who got A�s. and i always hang out with them. bitches. clever bitches, though.
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so. miri decided to spam him with porn. good call. so we�re planning. so far, all we have to do is to put his e-mail on the internet somewhere. (i�m smiling already.) then along comes a spider and hey presto! horny teenage girls humping horses.
you know, i�m tempted. i can do it right now. a href="mailto:... but i won�t. i�m too polite. too mild mannered, too well brought up, too repressed. i might as well throw in an excuse: since its a school email, they�ll probably trace it and i�ll be damned.
still smiling.
but not when i was watching buffy. i missed the first 15 minutes typing this sucker. despite the length, it was no sitcom. i particularly noticed the dark. even when they were in full sunlight, you could see the shadows in their eyes. i�m going to miss tara.
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