I had Oral…Exam

You’re right, Dom, that joke never gets old.

Yes! Yes! I have done and dusted my Chinese oral…exam forever and ever and ever! Never again would I have to describe myself in 20 seconds or less, or recite the 3 points of my detailed studies.

The sad part is, while doing my detailed studies, I’d said that I had 4 main points. I had to backpedal quickly and say 3.

To be short, the oral…exam was semi-epic-fail. The general conversation was good, despite my two male examiners (MALE! BOTH OF THEM! Female ones smile more) starting me off with “how did you get here?” and I just sat there desperately trying to remember how to say “train” in Chinese, I was that nervous.

The det. stud. was a bit worse. I really forgot a lot of my info half way through and started stuttering (I guess that problem would resurface sooner or later when I’m nervous) so I had to make stuff up. The downside of getting male examiners and me doing a rather masculine topic is that they actually had a general understanding of my topic, and knew when I was bullshitting (as opposed to when I had females for mock exam, and they thought I was very well researched. Baha). In fact the younger male examiner had the expression of “bullshit bullshit” on his face in the last 3 minutes.

I just hope they give me marks for repair strategies and ability to maintain conversation, and not mark me down for contents. Haha.

Fa had dyed her hair brown! I haven’t seen her like that in a while, and I just felt it would be great injustice not to suggest that she keep that hair color forever. Hey Fa, I really think that brown suits you more and makes you look more elegant than orange/blonde. She also wore a “conservative” outfit, namely jeans and a baggy jumper (which she borrowed off her mom. I doubted it was hers anyway).

I’ve never really been nervous much before, I’ve been excited and nervous yet but not just nervous. I actually felt myself shaking a bit waiting outside the classroom, and Lyd- who was with me tried to calm me down by telling me my hair looked good.

It worked.

Well, it was all said, and done, and dusted, and blown away, and I did a little dance afterwards. Now, onto Methods and Legal! Then it will be 3 weeks until my English exam.

1 down, 6 to go!

Alex.

Time

It’s strange how yesterday I could be thinking a few weeks into the future, and today I don’t even know what will happen tomorrow. All the scenes I’ve envisaged for my holidays now have a question mark hanging over them because I don’t know what will happen.

…I know I’m not famous for my tact or sensitivity, but I wish that this time I’d know what to say.

I remember feeling something like this right before I started MacRob. I remember clearly that school was starting on a Tuesday and a new season of the OC was starting (it was right after Marissa killed Trey, Ryan’s brother. I remember this detail because Forever Young was playing in the background of the promo) and I remember sitting in front of the TV watching the promo for the OC which would air on Tuesday night, and wondering at the fact that when the show does air, I would’ve just finished my first day at my new school. And I don’t even know why I was so worried about starting MacRob because if I think about it now, I’d be more worried returning to Brentwood. MacRob is just so full of amazing people.

Anyway, I’m just here to ponder a little bit about Time, and how so much can happen in so little, changing the course of events.

I have to go to dinner. Even though I’m not hungry. I’m never hungry when I’ve got a lot on my mind. People sometimes tell me that I watch too much TV, but the thing is TV calms me down and lets me relax. If I don’t watch TV (yes I do watch it a bit too much sometimes) then I don’t know how stressed and bitchy I’d be. People have different releases. Music, jogging, napping, mine is unfortunately TV.

De Fluffe, Out.