I’m not, but I feel just the tinsiest bit off colour. God knows. Probably haven’t gotten over my little virus/bacterial infection completely (YIPEE FOR ME). Still trying to work out why I’m craving strawberries. Or why on the weekend, I slept in until midday both days.
Ah, nearly time for holidays. Man, will that be something. For my last English piece that they’ve marked, I’ve gone down a whole grade. A. WHOLE.good. My brain has had several implosions and explosions due to being sick and having to complete various pieces of assessment (as well as feeling concerned about marks). Oh, that’s GRADE. Yeah, I was pretty cut, but one girl in my grade (to whom I can only thank from the bottom of my heart) asked me what was wrong, told me not to worry and explained that:
- A lot of girls did worse because instead of writing comments on the draft, they have a feedback table and if any area is ticked, you have to fix it
- One or two lower marks won’t pull down the overall by much
It was good because she wasn’t someone I normally talk to a lot (I get along with her. Actually, I get along with a lot of people from my grade), but she noticed someone was wrong and she walked me over to the study room she was in. Although I accidentally made a girl feel bad (a different one) because we went and got our marks together. We looked at ours at the same time. She got a higher mark than usual and was so happy. I wanted to contain myself (no, I didn’t fail, but I worked my arse off on it). After the jumping, she asked me what I got. When I told her, she felt bad because we’d been discussing our marks earlier and she knew that it was lower than normal. “Oh crap, and I made you feel worse by jumping around. I’m sorry, that was mean.” Thing is, I didn’t mean to make her feel bad. She’s allowed to be happy about her mark, especially as it’s a real improvement.
Oh, and I got my last ever school photos today. They are disgusting. My hair’s a mess, I don’t look bright and alert (I look like I’m trying to smile for the camera but am slowly falling asleep). If I don’t have a bright smile, I don’t look that good. UGH!!!!!!! Just my luck. The weird thing is that all of my ID pics are fantastic; it’s just the professional school photos where I look like crap. The joy of photography. I still need to sort out the professional formal photos (oh, my formal was great. My dress didn’t sit properly, but I made it look like it was meant to be that way. Thank the Lord for gathered silk). There were a tonne, but most of the ones with my partner were really bad ones of me. Seriously. There were some nicer individual and there was one decent one of me with him. Plus there was a nice “candid” shot.
