One term of being comfortable with the timetable... and the next term is out to kill us. Prepare to fight, Year 5s. Nobody's going to lock us up like innocent little kitties when we really are lions and tigers!
It's so hard to start doing work sometimes. But you know, we have to finish it... Sighs. Holidays are never really holidays. And I hate it when teachers say, "So.... How was your holiday? Hope it was good *cheery smiles*! Now students, please take out the assignment you were supposed to do~~~" And teachers assume it's only "a little bit of work", but imagine if every teacher thinks it's only "a little bit". It ends up being a whole lot. And the English dept learnt to shut their mouths about the little bit part. Good job.
APs next term. Dies. Never was really good at any subject in school. Which is really disappointing. Very, more of. I've just placed myself in a pool so deep I may drown any moment. And I was wondering why I didn't want to remain in the pool with just the right amount of depth for me. Oh wait, maybe it was just by accident? I don't know. I hate the drowning feeling.