1. I remember Results Day like it was yesterday. I remember sitting with Gabriel to my right, Melodie to my left, Ted Kin behind me, and Wesley in front of me. I remember the feeling when the number '43' popped into my head after the statistics for HL English A1 and EE were shown, and so my actual grade came as no surprise. I remember the emotions after, the hugs and the lunch and the dinner, and then it was all swept away so fast with enlistment less than 48 hours after. So tomorrow, when the rest of my year who aren't IB kids get their results, I will sympathize with every ounce of emotion. All the best!
2. Have you seen my hair lately? Or rather, my lack of it? Well apparently not one of my current course trainers. She seems to find my hair length inappropriate. I mean, hello, this is BMT hair please. If anything, she's given me some positive encouragement that my coaxing of my hair to return to its usual volume is working.
3. My belated attempts at securing concert tickets have been to no avail. That's why I'm not watching Jason Mraz tonight and why I won't be attending Coldplay next next Monday. I could still go for Duffy, but I've gotta find someone who wants to as well. But with Mosaic and ArtsFest starting, I should have enough choice at my disposal. Before such sophistication, I begin with The Watchmen this evening, and I hope the movie fuels the rest of my reading of the graphic novel, which has been interrupted by the course and the need for me to intensely keep to my Economist regime for fear of losing intellect while attending this course.
