Whoo! Exam time. One of the parts of school that I hate the most. I really hate it. I'm sure I'm not going to do well it at least two of my exams. I have four exams this year, compared to the two exams I had last year. Those were a piece of piss, not that easy, but fairly easy. I have: Math, Physics, Chemistry and Physics. Yay. This end of semester exam is going to be so much fun! I suppose there is something to look forward to, as after I have done my physics exam, no more school for 5 weeks! YAY. AND AND AND! I got a fairly good mark for my math test I did the other day (even though I have been doing absolutely nothing, Nat can vouch for this :-), where everyone else got kinda shit (well, good in our books, but whatever). I knew she said 70% at first, I had my little dance, and everyone was like, "You got 17...". I nearly shat my pants 4 times over. So I had to question the little asian rice cake. She had said 70, but because her accent is so slurred with asian offcuts (I know, it doesn't make sense) everyone thought she had said 17. Anywho, doesn't matter, I got a fairly good mark for a test that I thought I'd fail miserably (again). I'm going to have to actually do some work next semester if I want to pass year 11. The problem is, I have to... do something. That is just not me. Oh well!

Not only does my math teacher hate me, my chemistry teacher thinks I'm an absolute retard. I was having an argument with Daryl one fine day in chemistry (as usual), and I was mimicing Dicko. Of course Daryl didn't get that I was teasing Dicko and himself at the same time, I said "I'm cracking a fat at Dicko". Now, at that time I had no idea that "cracking a fat" was indeed the rush of blood to the head of the male genitalia (ERECTIONS!). I got the queerest look from half the students (the other half were being fat in the corner) and the teacher. I thought I had made the damn thing up, obviously some half-wit before me has decided to make it a sexual innuendo, thus embarassing me. Didn't work (the embarassing part), though I had to convice Nat to tell me what the hell it was.

HA, I think the highlight of my day was some little year 8 duder walking in to the year 11 common room (where year 11's are more common! [Ha Ha Ha]) and he was kinda just, loitering around. Of course everyone had to be the big men and tried to get him to leave, be it with just verbal or physical requests. Justin eventually got around to picking him up and putting him in the fire hydrant room (with the aid of Michael, probably the most stupidest person I've ever met), spent like 10 seconds in there, came out and started to talk with Natalie. Whilst talking with her, he started to cry, having a whine about not having any friends and the only friends he has are those in the common room (the socially deprived ones). He eventually stormed off after his big spiel. It obviously worked, because the moment he left everyone was pointing fingers as to who made him cry. Seriously, who cares? He cried because he is a little bitch, so what that he doesn't have any friends? His own fault, he should go out and socialise more. Jesus.

Anyway, was watching Shrek 2 in History today, so far it is fairly funny. But what can you expect after the first movie? Oh well, onto Cat in the Hat during English on thursday. God, school is such a bludge a week before exams.