Mmm, yay Regina Spektor. Last day of classes today. I had three classes. I went to one, my final class ever. Deisgn and Technology. And I enjoyed it, even though it's just revision, theory, the stuff we always do that usually bores me. But I loved it, truly loved it. :) On a bad note, Trish has my stress ball and I don't know how to ask for it back! BLOODY HELL! NICOLE GAVE ME THAT TO HELP ME DEAL WITH MS KIRKWOOD!! Now what the hell am I meant to do?! Oh something funny happened in Melza's Viscomm class that I crashed, that I can't be stuffed fully explaining, but Mrs Graham kicked out Bek Stevens saying "This is a revision class I am trying to teach, we can't have intruders in here." So she kicked her out, and then Bianca Goold turns to me, glares and goes "That's a bit HYPOCRITICAL, don't you think?" Mel apparently was tempted to say "Yeah, but that's because she loves Eileen." I was too, as a matter of fact, but I just dismissed her instead, because Bianca is a whore who I will never have to see again after next week. YUSSS. Ummm I got out of open day today, score. I made up some shit about having to organise my grandparents' 50th anniversary. I haven't seen my grandparents since Christmas, let alone know how many years they've been married. Oh well, it was a good excuse, she believed me :) Mrs Giov choked on some pizza and I had to give her my water. IT WAS HILARIOUS but since she is the Vice Principal and I'm a leader, I didn't want to be rude so I didn't laugh. Dee did though. Jacqui decided she was the school nurse. Mass practice; actually went. "So we pray for each other here at *Year 12s get louder* AAAAAAAAAAVVVIIIIIILLLAAAAAAAAAA... ...Let your loove.. ENCIRCLE US (if you went to Avila you'd get it. It has to be said really quickly. REALLY quickly.) in all we see and doo....." It's the Year 12's job to ruin it, you see. Rite of passage and so on. They told us to stop being so enthusiastic, it's a "Sacred Space." Pssssshhhht. It's a freaking gymnasium, and it was 37 DEGREES CALCIUS. YEAH, SWEAT THAT ONE OUT KIDS. Bastards. (Hahaha. Sacred Spaaaacccccccccccccce.) Yeah so. Sent off some things, had some photos taken, wasn't too happy with the day in general but at the same time I was. C'est la vie. I have to find photos of us in Year 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11 for a slide show. Amusement. I'll do that now. Ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas. - Regina Spektor (I love Paris in the rain)