Let the cramming sessions continue and may the hopes and dreams of fellow AP students across North America remain intact and unfazed by the upcoming exams.
#22: The worst birthday I had
I'm sure that I've stated this someplace else, but for the sake of clarity I'll say it again: I am largely indifferent to my birthday and could care less about the outcome of it. In a sense, I don't have good birthdays or bad birthdays, because ultimately everything is the same and another day passes by. However I still have to say something about it or it'll be lame (additionally the prompt asks me to make it humourous, but I really have nothing of that sort).
Don't prepare yourself for some exciting wild tale because it really isn't. It was the morning of my birthday in my grade nine year, and my locker wasn't decorated. In grade eight some close friends went pretty hard with the decorating, but some things happened and we drifted apart. At the time (this is back in grade nine), I really didn't have a set group of friends, and I was floating from group to group. There was pretty much nothing to expect and it wasn't surprising.
Happy ending though is that this year I had my locker decorated by some really great people. The funny thing (oh I guess there is a bit of humour) is that I have the same locker that I had in grade eight. While this might not seem like a big deal, it's actually a huge coincidence, as we don't actually know what lockers we get when we sign up as partners. By the way, the locker shown is the one that I currently share with Phil.
Derp
Absolutely nothing else to blog about now, so this will be the end. For some odd reason I feel as if I'm somewhat prepared for the exam. There were few concepts that I did not understand over the year and I have the notion that I "only" have to review and read over the material I've been given.
Thank you very much for taking the time to read tonight. Here's to another two months of school before summer break gives us salvation. I'm a low-ish 7, and today hasn't been my day (who am I kidding? Most days aren't). Seeya next time.
"Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart." - Thomas Shadwell
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