2x+3y+3xy = who cares.

So from the title of this blog you can understand my current response to the Non-Calculator Mathematics test that I underwent earlier this afternoon. Now I'm probably being melodramatic but some of the questions were a nightmare. There is probably no other word I could describe it without making this unsuitable for children to read. You can tell when you're going to get a bad grade when you get stuck on the sixth question, but don't fear after following the instructions on the front of the booklet (If you cannot answer a question move on to the next one, then when you finish go back to the questions that you found difficult) I finally conquered it. I was sitting behind a girl with very distracting hair, it kept flailing onto my desk and not to mention she knocked my tracing paper clean off the table, with her hair! I hate to think what she can do with her hands. So there I was, sitting the 13th seat back, third row from the right, destined to fail this mathematics paper, with black pen in hand I steadily made my way through the exam and finished in around an hour and ten minutes, which gave me time to check back through and pick up any "silly" mistakes that I may have encountered. After I had finish I went to collect my bag and then was greeted by my best friend beaming away by the fact that she took her exam last year, lucky her eh? ..So the school day was pretty average to be truthful with you, nothing spectacular happened but there was nil upset too, so it was all peachy.

I got home only to be greeted by the welcoming screams and shouts from my younger siblings, splendid. I chucked my bag on my bed and rushed to say hello to my wonderful Wii Fit trainer, you'll be happy to know that I have now named him Greg Turner. He's a jolly young man. But... Greg was not there today, I was furious with the fact that he was off sick and I had a stand in woman. She was pretty rubbish and to say the very least not up to my standards, Although you'll also be happy to know that I have lost another Ilb on the game. Now I only have eleven more pounds to go, lucky me. All that jogging around computerised grass and sand has finally paid off, phew!

Tomorrow is the day of the English Literature exam, and although it seems my strongest subject, I've never been so nervous. It may be the sheer horror that if I do not get a B or higher in this exam I will possibly have to face the punishment of being stabbed at the Marsh Academy. Maybe picking journalism for my future career was not one of my best decisions yet. Maybe I should have stayed with the idea of becoming an astronaut but then again after the consequences of Lydd Club Day's abominable rides I'm now thinking I made the right decision. So anyway, went off track maybe slightly there. Well to anyone who is reading this that will be taking the English Literature exam tomorrow I wish you the best of luck, you're all successful writers at heart, you just have to let that talent be let free.

All my love
Miaa x