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Mar. 9th, 2005 12:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolHave just had rather traumatic media lesson in which it turns out that if I want the A, I don't do the project I have spent the last two weeks slaving over. Needless to say, I am not amused. Radio ahoy, possibly after I kill Greg.
So! I come bearing pictures from the aborted project of doom. Actually, these are rather lovely. If you have all of us on your flist then you'll probably see some of these but of different people.
Dancing pose.
Shippers of the world, unite!
I adore this photo.
So, what else have I been doing with my life? I have handed in my English project, which is the biggest weight off my mind EVER. Of course, now I'm lumped with a scaryass media project, but we'll ignore that.
Yesterday was, technically, more fun. I went to see The Vagina Monlogues, and by god I feel empowered. Pass me a mini-skirt! It was, actually, really really good, as was shouting "CUNT!" at the stage when the principal is sat behind me. Go![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sevenhelz! Of course, the rest of the day was somewhat more miserable and I suspect Dave will fail my history coursework on the basis of my comments in the lesson alone. Well, pah. I wasn't the only one. I think it was just suggesting that we bring in drinks and mixers and enjoy results day that shocked him.
Yes, yes, Results Day is tomorrow. Oddly enough, I'm finding myself not caring. I mean, a few days ago I was assuming the brace position every time someone mentioned it and twitching, but now? Bleurgh, really. I'm not looking forward to it, but I don't have that horrible sick feeling inside my stomach when I think of it, unlike the last two Results Day. Maybe I'm becoming immune. Quite apart from anything, though, is the realisation that I can resit these buggars with no hassle or problems with my UCAS form. Maybe that's it. So instead, I'm off out with Clare tonight and Not Worrying about it. Instead, I will quietly stress about media and also the borderline gang warfare that is breaking out between those of us in A15 and those of us in A16. It's a long, complicated and frankly childish story, so I will shut up and go and wibble somewhere else.
~Hathy_Col~
So! I come bearing pictures from the aborted project of doom. Actually, these are rather lovely. If you have all of us on your flist then you'll probably see some of these but of different people.
Dancing pose.
Shippers of the world, unite!
I adore this photo.
So, what else have I been doing with my life? I have handed in my English project, which is the biggest weight off my mind EVER. Of course, now I'm lumped with a scaryass media project, but we'll ignore that.
Yesterday was, technically, more fun. I went to see The Vagina Monlogues, and by god I feel empowered. Pass me a mini-skirt! It was, actually, really really good, as was shouting "CUNT!" at the stage when the principal is sat behind me. Go
sevenhelz! Of course, the rest of the day was somewhat more miserable and I suspect Dave will fail my history coursework on the basis of my comments in the lesson alone. Well, pah. I wasn't the only one. I think it was just suggesting that we bring in drinks and mixers and enjoy results day that shocked him.Yes, yes, Results Day is tomorrow. Oddly enough, I'm finding myself not caring. I mean, a few days ago I was assuming the brace position every time someone mentioned it and twitching, but now? Bleurgh, really. I'm not looking forward to it, but I don't have that horrible sick feeling inside my stomach when I think of it, unlike the last two Results Day. Maybe I'm becoming immune. Quite apart from anything, though, is the realisation that I can resit these buggars with no hassle or problems with my UCAS form. Maybe that's it. So instead, I'm off out with Clare tonight and Not Worrying about it. Instead, I will quietly stress about media and also the borderline gang warfare that is breaking out between those of us in A15 and those of us in A16. It's a long, complicated and frankly childish story, so I will shut up and go and wibble somewhere else.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-03-09 06:12 pm (UTC)