I can't believe it's only week three. I know what the teachers mean now when they told us that we would be piled with work all throughout term three. I've had a bit of a blitzed week, though in hindsight I seem to have come out of it relatively unscathed. That modernism essay was a success, and I can't really believe I actually got a 19+ out of 20 for something that wrote itself with relative ease.
Coal research assignment was done and dusted, and given back with no comment but many ticks. French speech was well written (in my opinion, and they only gave us like a week to do it), but the delivery could certainly have gone more smoothly, with me talking too fast and getting all tongue tied. At least it's over. As is the Calculus test, in which there was this freakily hard question that hardly anyone got. That went better than expected too, because I somehow managed to get 91% whilst the average was 87%. Is that not cause for celebration?
So now, I have basically no work except for the customary Maths exercises. And, of course, my essay on Margaret Thatcher, for which I must plough through the reading. I actually have no idea at all where my essay is going. There's three weeks left, but deep down I know that this is not enough at all at the rate that I'm going.
Last Friday was this completely retarded Music Day thing. It was obviously a pathetic attempt to get people to go to Music Camp. Because of the financial crisis or something, the music people (in actual fact, probably just Henshaw) had decided not to take people to a conference centre and just hold it at school, with people sleeping on the floor in the MPH. I'm sure, then, why they couldn't raise enough numbers to actually hold the camp, so they watered the already watered-down music camp experience into a single day, compulsory for all music ensembles except choir.
That's right, compulsory. Tu fous ma gueule!! Compulsory?? If that isn't the lowest, most pathetic thing the music faculty has ever done...! How dare they make it compulsory, and dictate to us people who just want to take part in an activity that hopefully won't ever impact on their daily lessons! And I actually wanted to go to class! My Chem assingment was finished to my satisfaction and due that day, so I wanted to damn well hand it in. I did not stop being outraged until the whole day was over. Look, I'm older now. For some things, such as music, I don't get as enthusiastic over I once did. The day served to do nothing but make me slightly sick of SWE.
The strange thing about SWE and the school musical institution, is that I don't see tham as in such an exalted position as I used to. When I was a junior, I used to look at the more selective ensembles like SWE and orchestra, and the Musicale/Christmas orchestra with awe. They were so polished, so elite, they always sounded fantastic and took your breath away. How I aspired to be in them, to flit from performance to performance at the Musicale. But now, orchestra doesn't sound as perfect as they used to, and SWE is definitely not perfect. In fact, SWE's performances are never perfect, I can't help but notice our flaws.
I have no idea whether this is because I have gained more experience, thereby allowing me to notice what I previously could notice, or whether the school's top ensembles have indeed deteriorated in quality. Surely my musical ear has not advanced to much, until nothing is sacred. I remain unable to tune.
I am truly tiring of everything, after five years. Last night was the Musicale, for which I stayed only until after my single item was finished. Luckily SWE was first up, so hardly had the night begun when I called my dad and was driven home. I wasn't even interested so much in the night as in the afternoon, which I spent in the city with Amanda getting Bei's birthday present. We spent a lot of time walking around looking for Converses, and it seemed as though each time we looked in a different shop, the deals kept getting better. At the first place, they were full price, the second place had them two pairs for one but with a hideous selection of colours, the third had them for a reasonable price in reasonable colours, but the fourth place had them half price, in the right size, in a colour that was very acceptable. How awesome was that? It was like following a trail that would lead us to the Holy Grail! So, since we found such a bargain, we had like half our money left over and could afford to buy the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice, as well as some chocolates with the remainder.
Altogether, an excellent run of shopping.
Had Turkish bread for dinner, then rushed back to school just in time.
Hmm, gtg dinner. I've just about finished anyway.