And then there were two.

Bleh.

That's how I truly feel right now, inside and out. I'm beyond exhausted, so sorry mes amigos, no valiente greeting today. (And sorry for so carelessly butchering the Spanish language in this horrifying display of Spanglish)

"Asian Field" by Antony Gormley
has 180 000 little handmade people.  

So. First things first; I must get you caught up with all the nuances intriguing and fantastical adventures of the last six months. There are a couple ways to do this . . . I could write a huge essay outlining the intricacies of each and every single day. That's like, 180 days times at least 100 words per day, leaving us with a grand total of 18 000 words!

Or, we can do this in one of those awesome things that make life so much easier - a list! 

I knew it! You missed my epic lists, didn't you? Well, you're in for a treat, because I'm about to present . . . 

A Sixty Second (okay, maybe a bit more, if you read slower) Overview of the Hopping Grass' Six Month Disapperance!

Also known as SSOHGSMD! Shoot. That acronym didn't really work out, eh? Anyhow. Moving on, moving on. One last note before we really get started. There will be seven blurbs on this list; one for each month I was absent, plus an EXTRA MONTH thrown in because you called within the first twenty minutes because I'm just that nice. Here goes.

Why U cause me so much pain, Cayley?

1. February

It was a mostly a transition month, from all my favourite subjects to all my not-so-lovely ones. With the obvious exception of LAW! With the most entertaining teacher I've ever had to date: the very same that made Economics so enjoyable last semester. The highlight this month was definitely the Heritage Unit in Law Class, filled with interesting historical roots of our modern day system (I'm such a nerd). The lowlight (?) was undoubtedly the Cayley math contest, which I bombed.

2. March

Hm. I must be getting older, for my memory is starting to fail me. I don't remember March being particularly eventful. We did an antacid lab in science (which I had to go buy lots of TUMS tablets for). Oh! I interviewed for and obtained my much-coveted position on our school newspaper: junior vice president, meaning that in twelfth grade, I'll be the executive editor of the paper! Once again, kind of nerdy, but exciting nonetheless for me. We also covered my favourite unit in law: the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. 

*Oh, oh! How could I forget? The York Model United Nations Conference was also this month. This sentence does not do it justice. I will perhaps/very likely/certainly devote an entire blog post to this later.

3. April

Hectic and super busy would be two (three?) excellent words I attribute to my flashbacks of April. I helped out with the Global Youth Conference (http://vpconference.wordpress.com/) hosted by our school, meaning plenty of evenings spent at school until 6PM. As a part of Athletic Council, I also assisted with our first annual Amazing Race event, promoting healthy living through an active (not to mention competitive) challenge. Moreover, I organized an area Hike for Hunger for all the Scout groups in my area. Proud to say we raised two truckloads of non-perishable foods for the needy in our community.

Lastly, it was student council election season, and while I campaigned hard for Vice President, unfortunately I didn't win. Did have some nice posters left over to stick around the house. Consolation prize, anyone? 

It was beautiful. 

4. May

May, May, May. A month of applications and interviews: for a summer job, and for a renewed position on the athletic council next year. The White Pine book ceremony also happened in May, as did the annual Haliburton Breakfast at the Royal York hotel, which I was lucky enough to be invited to as a member of my Scouts Area Forum. Speaking of which, it was also my job to plan an area-wide campfire. We certainly . . . lit the event on fire. Get it? Har har har. But really, you should have seen our raging bonfire. 

5. June

Erg. Yes, this is a fish coffin. Odd, eh?

Jumping jellybeans. June was exam season, with culminating projects in the air, as well as many students (namely myself) on the brink of nervous breakdowns at almost all times. There were no final projects for math or science. Before you complain about how unfair that is, consider this: each of my exams for those subjects were thirty, I repeat thirty percent of our final mark. No pressure, right? 

Well. Now that's clear, for French, we did an analysis on an article of our choice from French Actualité magazines. I did mine on the costs of funerals in Quebec. :D Hey, it was an interesting article, honest! My group for law covered family law in Ontario, and chose to make a life-sized wedding cake for our poster. It's quite something, if I have to say do myself. 

Studying for exams was beyond horrible this semester. With the insane temperatures of 30 degrees (feeling like 40 with humidity), I was holed up all week in the basement poring over textbooks. I even found myself subconsciously fanning myself the the calculator a couple of times. What can I say? Desperate times call for, erm, decidedly odd measures.

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I'm. So. Tired. Right. Now. After a full day of work, I'm sure you considerate, kind souls will understand that I'm going to have to take a rain check on the last two list items. 

I'll be back tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. Scout's Honour.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go grab some Zzzzzzs,

"Goodnight room. Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light, and the red balloon..."

THE HOPPING GRASS