Last week, results for the AS exams came through. To some this was a good thing. To me, this was a kind of good and bad blend.
To be honest, i didn't really revise too well (at all) for the exams. This was reflected pretty well in my Biology grade (E). i think that is one-up above a grade 'U' (which contrary to my insistence, doesn't stand for 'Unbelievably Great', but 'Ungradable' (in the negative kind of way.))
This grade was a small cue for me to start removing my fingers from my rectal cavity and actually do some revision. Either that, or face a "career in McDonalds"...
However, the momentary 'sad face' was replaced with a slightly happier one ('moderatley happy face', for the sake of consistency) upon recieving an 'A' grade in Philosophy (which came as a twisted surprise, due to me being unable to attend half of the lessons for that particular subject, due to timetable clashes).
I am currently 'gearing up' (procrastinating towards) revision, and have a couple of re-take exams to be dealing with. That, is that, in the field of boring sixth form studies...
As for the rest of life: High possibility of twat-acting this weekend, due to my undivided love for the patron Saint of Ireland, St.Maurice. Sorry, i mean St.George. Wait,.. you know the one. Basically, it'll be a huge pissup, in which i am guaranteed to either act the previously mentioned boob or offend some Paddys! (Irish, for those unaquianted with racist slang)..
So this weekend: "Tull be grand, meh boy!"
Goodbye! etc.
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Being a member of the aristocracy, I have never had to study for anything in my life, but I believe an A is a good grade, so congratulations!
A moral boost from the British aristocracy is always appreciated!
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