The countdown is almost over...

Well this week we have the final of Holy Cross life, orals, another go at an old favourite and of course PNE in the play-offs.

School has, at the time of publication, one more day left for myself and I cannot wait to leave. The lessons Mr Brown forces upon me are now 2. I am not fearful of the exams, I have never been better prepared for maths and RE is making sense.

Ms Hardy took me into the inclusion room and made me do my french oral this week-no pun intended-and I think it did go rather well. More importantly though, what were the UMS??? I must find out, maybe I'll schedule a Ms Taylor break-in.

I had another go at dragonfable this week.
I didn't think it would be more than a sentimental, short stroll back down the memory but fortunately I'm a fan once more and, although less evangelical, I would assume to be quite addicted... yeah!

Radio 1 has its big weekend presently
and I cannot wait for the highlights. I was far too lazy to attempt to get tickets, beside no time what with revision as the only constant in my life.

Fine, this was short, but I just cannot be bothered. EXAMS ARE MY LIFE EN CE MOMENT. We had the english chief-examiner, or as Mrs Rothwell called him: God, to discuss technique. Basically he contradicted the hot potato for A4 and said use 'suggests' & 'says' alongside Boylan's 'implies' & 'because'

Bon soir...