Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Day Sixty-nine: OH YEAH.

By the time this is read, it will be tomorrow. Except that I'm writing today. Which I suppose will be yesterday or perhaps the day before yesterday when it gets to you. But now I'm just needlessly confusing myself.

To make things simpler, we'll use an economics concept and establish Wednesday, December 12 as the base year day, and use it for all relative timeline-ing afterwards. (If you're thinking, Gee, what's she smoking today?, you may wish to give this a cursory glance.)

All this work because I wanted the title of this post to include that magical number. *snorts* But, general immaturity and inflation aside, some sort of update on the life  the sufferings of yours truly is probably in order.

How has it been lately?

Honestly, not that great. Since the last post, the plethora of events that have occurred could be neatly and concisely organized chronologically or thematically (as per IB History essay style), but I prefer the à la random  (not sure why I suddenly decide to inflict this horrid Franglais on you) approach.

Being of short attention span, I should probably mention the good stuff first. Representing the UK at a Model UN Conference, I somehow managed to snag an award for diplomatic excellence. Think it had something to do with being overly polite and smiley at the Chair of my committee. Oops.

Then there's the proverbial shitstorm of bad that comes after, pardon the language. Losing marks on a chem lab for being carefully thorough. Failing another chem lab after following faulty instructions (or perhaps faultily following instructions?) provided in the textbook.

And of course, the crowning moment where I write a key passage analysis in English without a single reference to the key passage!

I know. Genius, aren't I?

But I can't exactly mope at home. Because younger brother is getting a second surgery on his arm today. And the pain of my various academic failures cannot even compare.

Parting thought that reverberates in the heads of iBeers everywhere: Why do we do this to ourselves?

I sure as heck hope someone can provide an answer.

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