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So a fox dies and starts rotting underneath the school. Everyone gets the rest of the week off apart from us. What, are we supposed to be able to deal with the stink better or something? This is cruelty!

Oh, and any chance of getting the exam timetable sometime? You know, before the actual exams would be nice. Grrr… what a moany post this is turning out to be. It wasn’t the best day. It was pouring with rain as I walked to school too.

At least tonight is bumper TV night (Apprentice & Desperate Housewives). And Labour released their manifesto – which actually has full sentences in, unlike the pathetic Conservative bandwagon offering. Nice.

There isn’t much to say really, and I wouldn’t want to turn this into yet another review of Doctor Who. (Oh OK then, it was brilliant, best episode so far!)

There’s another Progress Review Day on Tuesday, although setting ‘targets’ was abandoned sometime last year. Revision – need I say more?

I did it in 11 minutes 3 seconds today. On my own as well, though Matthew decided to bike it!

To pad this entry out a little, I’ll reveal that my Maths coursework on Statistics I was moaning about will be marked this half term… in South Africa. Which is probably as exotic as a hypothesis that there is a positive correlation between a teenager’s height and foot size can ever hope to get.

Is now finished. Again. I’ve chosen an appropriate slogan for it as well: Unitam logica falsa tuam philosophiam totam suffodiant. (What do you mean, “what does it mean!?” If I can use Google, so can you.)

Like Lisa Simpson, I also find myself having to do something with the school yearbook, which will include lots of adorable photos of us all from Year 7. Time passes so quickly* it’s scary. Any emotion is tempered, though, by the fact I’ve got another two years at QPCS in the Sixth Form (if all goes to plan, of course!) as are most of my friends.

Also – I’m back on Rubery Village writing a few more columns \ rants, taking over from Matt Baller, for as long as Nic can put up with me.

*bet you hadn’t heard that before

I am, apparently (UK Maths Challenge). But only so I can beat Hiten (oooh – first names on this blog!) which is stupid because I’ve got no chance of doing it. It was incredibly hard as always. I’m not competitive really. Promise started it. On the other hand, it’d make Eton more fun. Jason wasn’t involved at all, but he just wanted to be mentioned here. Jason Jason Jason.

The point of that very silly paragraph was two-fold.

a) To demonstrate why I try not to go into the gory details of school on this blog. Because it’s boring to read and makes no sense to anyone. I said try, because sometimes it’s unavoidable.

b) To sneak in the fact I’ve changed my mind about going to Eton without anyone noticing. I still hate, no no, loathe the place but I might as well go and get the T-Shirt.
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