Shkool and Yu En Es DaBulYu

I've realised now that you cannot blog about every moment in life (unless its really important). I mean, one can if they blogged every day, but I don't. All that typing is too much for me. Even when I do my weekly (or so) blog posts, I tend to rush the end cause I really can't be bothered to finish the rest off properly. Right now, from a good student POV, I should be doing my History speech and Unseen Companion essay, but I'm not. Ms. Young is gonna be so mad at everyone when she comes back to find out none of us did the SMH light-trigger story XD. I can wait for Term 3.

I went over my history notes from various videos this year. I realise that, unless I remember writing about it, the facts on those pages are left there to metaphorically rot. I don't read them since I tend to textbook study (unless the info isn't there), which leaves me to ponder why I write so many notes during class when others write 5 lines. I guess it's cause I sit next to Kelvin for history. You see, this is how it tends to work. He's often writing notes and, when I find that I haven't written anything in the last 30 seconds or so, I think to myself, "Hey, I better write something cause he is." It's a weird process. It's happened with various people in hindsight, but recently, since notetaking has only been in history lately, I find that that is the most recent case.

Science is pretty fun for me. Again, in hindsight, Science is my most consistent subject (excluding Japanese). Most times, I understand what I'm supposed to be learning. I find, however, if I sit next to Vineet, John K, Charles and/or Chris, my concentration falls A LOT. They are very distracting.
Math? Not too hot. Lately it's been a drag getting through them. They aren't horrendous, but I don't like the idea of going to math. But hey, it's time for me to pick up my game in math. I 'm gonna need it.
Ag is same old same old. Fun in prac, just memorising and learning in theory. Looking back, Ag has been one of the most fun subjects I've had (and I was afraid I was gonna be wrangling animals like a 'farmer' in Year 7), like pulling out the cauliflower out of the garden patch. I grazed the inside of my knees (the other side) and it hurt, and the flies kept going at the wound even after I doused myself with water. I couldn't walk that well for a few days and my mum was really upset that that kind of thing happened at Hurlstone and that Ms Blake let me do that kind of thing and that it was dangerous. At the time, I might have agreed with my mum 'cause I was hurting, but now, I'm happy it happened: it's another memory for me to look back on. It's scary that time has past by so fast. We're almost halfway through Year 10 and soon we'll be seniors. And by the time we get there, we'll be thinking, "what the hell, I thought I was still in Year 10!".

*Tuesday addition* (this post began on Sunday, but because Dite was on the laptop next to me, I was too embaressed to continue as she started to stare at my musings).

UNSW! Very enjoyable, even though I was initially happy about the fact that I missed out on History speech and English essay (oh, what a shame...). For starters, the bus trip was basically the song game for 40 minutes or so. The actual campus at Randwick was stunning: very beautiful. You know how they say, "bla bla bla state-of-the-art" and you think, "I'm never gonna see that," or the like? Well, UNSW was STATE-OF-THE-FRIGGIN'-ART! I mean, their pathways were exactly straight, their buildings abstractly symetrical in their positioning and their lawns were imppecably trim and 'colour-coded' (Kassie: "hey, that building looks like Optimus Prime"). The sessions were pretty okay. The first for me was Arts and Senior Science. That was pretty fun, especially getting to play 'diversity bingo' and listening to graduates' stories. Session 2 was Careers choices. I wanted to swap with someone, but then I thought, why not? It wasn't a bad experience, if anything, it helped me think more about what I wanted to do in the future (ooh, deep...>_>). One of the workshop ladies had a REALLY fob asian accent, but her English was really good, so it was like having your asian mum talking to you with a fob accent but wasn't using bad grammar, in fact, she spoke very eloquently. It was a real "?!" for me. There was also an activity where we were meant to label celebrities as what kind of person they were. A picture of Angelina Jolie showed up and I said she was 'physical'. HOW was I supposed to leave THAT alone?

Lunch. They provided us with a sandwhich, mini Mars and water bottle and mandarin (enjoy Wendy!). Before the sessions started though, me and Elena went with Sandie to explore the campus. We nearly got lost, but apparently, Sandie's "logical sense of direction lead us back to where we were meant to be." I say we were lucky. Anyway, back on track, after lunch was the final session (spicy potato wedges). Mine was Law. As interesting as it was, I was dozing off by the end of it and Rutherford and Kassie kept poking me awake. The whole thing was very nice, the campus was really pro. Oh! I also saw Samantha there too. Her y11 group was there from Mac. Fields. Got to chat with her for a little bit during the day.

Then we went home. Dad picked me up because I couldn't be bothered catching the bus. Friend, I tried calling you and sent you a text, but you didn't reply to either, so I figured it'd be okay for me not to catch the bus, so ha!

On a final note, I'll be changing my blog's title. It doesn't look that nice with the caps and stuff, and the title IS pretty cheesy. Yeah...I figured this out after Dite said, " 'The Life and Times of Patrick'? Who would want to know about that?"

...yeah. I admit now in hindsight it was a good joke, so I'll laugh with you if you laugh at me at school about it. So...I have dinner now, my tummy's grumbling and...I can't be bothered to rhyme anymore. Bye!