Ekphrasis what? Metaphor who? Enjambment huh?
Currently clearing brain of English. Ohoho. :3
Only one more exam left! And that is legalllll.
After which I will be dyeing my hair! With Sarah and Sony, how excitingggg. I would argue that it's symbolic of shedding the status of 'HSC student'.. but I won't, because I don't study English anymore and also it's just really for fun more and just because we can than anything else.
Also I keep getting page views from Malaysia. That's a bit random.
Good news! The head teacher of our history faculty and our principal are launching a complaint against the stupidity that was the Caesar question part a): 'Describe Julius Caesar's military activities to 60BC.' It is stupid because this was BEFORE Gaul and BEFORE the Civil War. BEFORE HE REALLY DID ANYTHING OF NOTE AT ALL. And compared to the other choices for that question, it was absolutely horrendous and disadvantageous for those who did Caesar, e.g. seriously: 'How did Cleopatra become queen of Egypt?' Really?? How are they equal in difficulty at all?? Jesus.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
"Nature hides in [the lover's] happiness her own end, namely progeny" - Ralph Waldo Emerson
An uncomfortable truth, but surely we all realise it's true.
Tomorrow's Halloween
...and I'm spending it in a fucking exam room, going home immediately and revising Crime for legal studies. And then the next day I'm revising World order. And the next is to be spent memorising Human Rights and Indigenous People. And the day after that is my legal studies exam.
And then after that will be the most fucking awesome time of my life.
Thursday (immediately after legal): Hanging out with Sarah and whoever else finishes on the 3rd in the city, get some curry udon from the awesome place near Pepper Lunch, WINDOW SHOP at Market City/QVB/wherever. Then take bus back to school to pick up Sony when she finishes. Party at my place, sit on the deck and soak up the sun. Enjoy the END OF FUCKING HSC AND HIGH SCHOOL FOREVER.
Friday: Do some studying probably to relieve inevitable weird withdrawal symptoms.. but for a license yay! FINALLY. And then take the test on Saturday :3
OH MY GOD JUST FOUND OUT MR TIDYMAN IS LEAVING OUR SCHOOL :'( :'( :'( FREAKING OUT
CANNOT BLOG ANYMORE
And then after that will be the most fucking awesome time of my life.
Thursday (immediately after legal): Hanging out with Sarah and whoever else finishes on the 3rd in the city, get some curry udon from the awesome place near Pepper Lunch, WINDOW SHOP at Market City/QVB/wherever. Then take bus back to school to pick up Sony when she finishes. Party at my place, sit on the deck and soak up the sun. Enjoy the END OF FUCKING HSC AND HIGH SCHOOL FOREVER.
Friday: Do some studying probably to relieve inevitable weird withdrawal symptoms.. but for a license yay! FINALLY. And then take the test on Saturday :3
OH MY GOD JUST FOUND OUT MR TIDYMAN IS LEAVING OUR SCHOOL :'( :'( :'( FREAKING OUT
CANNOT BLOG ANYMORE
Thursday, October 27, 2011
HSC Lamentations
HOW did I mix up 'Civic Crown' with 'laurel wreath'?? Holy fuck the examiner's going to be laughing when he/she discovers that Caesar allegedly received a fucking laurel wreath for bravery from the King of Bithynia. Fml fml fml fml fml.
EDIT: Panicking a little less now. Googled and discovered that the Civic Crown WAS actually in the form of a laurel wreath. Okay. Good to know my brain didn't completely make that up, although obviously the significance of such an honour was downplayed since I didn't actually mention it by name. But you know, whatever. I should REALLY stop panicking.
Also HOW did I manage to, upon finishing with about an hour left in the exam, return to Sparta, and abandon it halfway through a sentence in order to redo my Caesar essay and then forget about it??????????????
There goes the possible top ten state ranking in ancient.
Also, interesting article about the extension 1 maths exam this year:
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/hsc-students-maths-paper--cruel-and-difficult-20111027-1mlg1.html#poll
I think its horrors were overtly exaggerated, but yeah it wasn't a pretty exam.
Oh goddddd I think that 99.7 is definitely out of reach now. Will have to settle for UTS law. Try to maintain a distinction average and transfer after a year. Absolutely devo.
:'(
Will try to redeem self in ext english and legal.
Is it sad that one's ATAR has become a measure of self worth instead of merely a tool to determine one's entry into a particular university course?
That shouldn't even be a question.
EDIT: Panicking a little less now. Googled and discovered that the Civic Crown WAS actually in the form of a laurel wreath. Okay. Good to know my brain didn't completely make that up, although obviously the significance of such an honour was downplayed since I didn't actually mention it by name. But you know, whatever. I should REALLY stop panicking.
Also HOW did I manage to, upon finishing with about an hour left in the exam, return to Sparta, and abandon it halfway through a sentence in order to redo my Caesar essay and then forget about it??????????????
There goes the possible top ten state ranking in ancient.
Also, interesting article about the extension 1 maths exam this year:
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/hsc-students-maths-paper--cruel-and-difficult-20111027-1mlg1.html#poll
I think its horrors were overtly exaggerated, but yeah it wasn't a pretty exam.
Oh goddddd I think that 99.7 is definitely out of reach now. Will have to settle for UTS law. Try to maintain a distinction average and transfer after a year. Absolutely devo.
:'(
Will try to redeem self in ext english and legal.
Is it sad that one's ATAR has become a measure of self worth instead of merely a tool to determine one's entry into a particular university course?
That shouldn't even be a question.
Monday, October 24, 2011
4U MATHS IS OVER FOREVER
And in other news, I don't know how it happened, but my room appears to have been turned into a sauna.
Strange.
Strange.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
4 UNIT MATHS
FUCK MATHS.
Actually, fuck the HSC. What more cruel and unusual punishment is there over establishing an institution of which the purpose is solely to heighten the stress levels of graduating high-schoolers?
Okay I don't mean that, of course. But it does often feel that way.
For example, why on earth would the Board of Studies make English Paper 2 two hours long, when we need to write three essays? That is an essay every forty minutes, 6 pages each - a total of 18 pages. No set planning time, everything is taken out of that precious writing time.
I can understand the importance of being able to think on your feet for a subject like maths: it shows evidence of practice, ingenuity and quick recall of information. But for English?? Sure, we should be able to plan and articulate our ideas well and in a relatively speedy and efficient fashion, but what is the point of having such a strict time limit when it so hinders our abilities to do so?
For one thing, syntax begins to fly all over the place as you struggle to find the exact word you're looking for, and in the rush of the moment you must settle for a mundane, unsophisticated, general term which does not necessarily accurately express your writing skill.
Another is the evidently greater benefit one has if they are able to write quickly - but the HSC isn't to test the strength and stamina of your wrist, rather an individual's mental capability, so as to determine your future degree, and by extension, occupation and the rest of your life.
The problem is, I know many of my classmates who are more than capable of securing any future path they wanted - absolute geniuses such as Vianna, against which others pale in comparison in regards to intelligence. But often even they are not able to finish - thus being unable to secure the marks their essays deserve - and you must wonder at the efficiency and fairness of such an educational system, in which the whole point is to determine who is capable and who is less so.
Well, I've completely digressed from my original point.
Long story short, I hate maths.
PS you would think that after already having completed HSC trials you'd be more used to the HSC and not as scared. But then you'd be wrong.
Actually, fuck the HSC. What more cruel and unusual punishment is there over establishing an institution of which the purpose is solely to heighten the stress levels of graduating high-schoolers?
Okay I don't mean that, of course. But it does often feel that way.
For example, why on earth would the Board of Studies make English Paper 2 two hours long, when we need to write three essays? That is an essay every forty minutes, 6 pages each - a total of 18 pages. No set planning time, everything is taken out of that precious writing time.
I can understand the importance of being able to think on your feet for a subject like maths: it shows evidence of practice, ingenuity and quick recall of information. But for English?? Sure, we should be able to plan and articulate our ideas well and in a relatively speedy and efficient fashion, but what is the point of having such a strict time limit when it so hinders our abilities to do so?
For one thing, syntax begins to fly all over the place as you struggle to find the exact word you're looking for, and in the rush of the moment you must settle for a mundane, unsophisticated, general term which does not necessarily accurately express your writing skill.
Another is the evidently greater benefit one has if they are able to write quickly - but the HSC isn't to test the strength and stamina of your wrist, rather an individual's mental capability, so as to determine your future degree, and by extension, occupation and the rest of your life.
The problem is, I know many of my classmates who are more than capable of securing any future path they wanted - absolute geniuses such as Vianna, against which others pale in comparison in regards to intelligence. But often even they are not able to finish - thus being unable to secure the marks their essays deserve - and you must wonder at the efficiency and fairness of such an educational system, in which the whole point is to determine who is capable and who is less so.
Well, I've completely digressed from my original point.
Long story short, I hate maths.
PS you would think that after already having completed HSC trials you'd be more used to the HSC and not as scared. But then you'd be wrong.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Just a little update
So I'm currently in the midst of the big, scary HSC. So far so good/okay. Procrastinating 4u maths until.. 3pm today. So that gives me about 3 hours.
Sick of talking to people who I really dislike/creep me out. Sarah tells me to just ignore them or tell them to fuck off, but I don't think I'm enough of a bitch to do that, especially when the person in question views me as their confidante and the 'only person they can talk to' about something.
It takes a lot for me dislike and begin to avoid someone, and one of these ways is to be completely oblivious of uncomfortable or inappropriate subject matter - even when the person you're talking to explicitly states their discomfort. The person I have in mind actually knows how inappropriate it is, but claims they can't control it. I don't understand how you can't control your fingers from typing things on a keyboard or hitting send.
On the other hand, there are people who I really love talking to, and always bring a huge smile to my face :) but then my mum would walk into my room and ask me why the hell I have such a massive grin on haha. I tell her I'm happy with life.
Sick of talking to people who I really dislike/creep me out. Sarah tells me to just ignore them or tell them to fuck off, but I don't think I'm enough of a bitch to do that, especially when the person in question views me as their confidante and the 'only person they can talk to' about something.
It takes a lot for me dislike and begin to avoid someone, and one of these ways is to be completely oblivious of uncomfortable or inappropriate subject matter - even when the person you're talking to explicitly states their discomfort. The person I have in mind actually knows how inappropriate it is, but claims they can't control it. I don't understand how you can't control your fingers from typing things on a keyboard or hitting send.
On the other hand, there are people who I really love talking to, and always bring a huge smile to my face :) but then my mum would walk into my room and ask me why the hell I have such a massive grin on haha. I tell her I'm happy with life.
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