i don't want to brag coz i know some people aren't very impressed with their scores.
but i've been holding in my happiness for the past couple a days and i just want to express my joy (even if it is just in a little read blog post) :P
YAY!!!!!
overall score is 60
and percentage rank is 91!!
yayness
i couldnt believe it when i saw it! although u really can't tell how u did afterwards, i didn't expect to do so well!!
I'm just so pleased because...
i honestly don't expect to get a very good TER, u can say what u like but i know it isn't gunna happen.
so...
a good UMAT score is my chance to get noticed by the uni's
before they see my dodgy TER, they'll see my UMAT score, (and hopefully take notice), and then when the TER's come out...
well, at least ...
i'm not really sure it it'll help
but if they do interviews based on the UMAT before the TER's, i think i have a good chance
i hope so anyway.
(just btw, has anyone else noticed that the backup career for most people wanting to do medicine is teaching?) . . .
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
'breakdown' ... or not
its strange how the English critical essay has more or less taken over every ones life, to some extent.
or it seems to have at any rate.
well... this was going to be a post about how much i have come to hate the critical essay and everything involved in it, but i had to pause for a while and now I've come back to it i don't really feel like writing that anymore.
I'm having one of my 'reflective moods'.
thinking about the past...
i know exactly what set off this chain of thought, and yet...
i cant seem to stop it, or avoid it.
this feeling filling me now, the hopelessness i felt to change anything, the feelings that to some extent i still feel today...
that is the reason i try to avoid thoughts of my recent past, memories of my early childhood are fairly safe to think about, only slightly tinged with bitterness and fear, but the memories of the past couple of years are the hardest to bear.
one day, hopefully soon, I'll try again to alliterate just what the cause of my pain is. but there is something (another memory) that is holding me back, the last time i tried to tell someone in writing what had happened caused me still more pain when they never, ever spoke to me again. in some ways i hate her for that, she never even explained why she stopped talking to me.
or it seems to have at any rate.
well... this was going to be a post about how much i have come to hate the critical essay and everything involved in it, but i had to pause for a while and now I've come back to it i don't really feel like writing that anymore.
I'm having one of my 'reflective moods'.
thinking about the past...
i know exactly what set off this chain of thought, and yet...
i cant seem to stop it, or avoid it.
this feeling filling me now, the hopelessness i felt to change anything, the feelings that to some extent i still feel today...
that is the reason i try to avoid thoughts of my recent past, memories of my early childhood are fairly safe to think about, only slightly tinged with bitterness and fear, but the memories of the past couple of years are the hardest to bear.
one day, hopefully soon, I'll try again to alliterate just what the cause of my pain is. but there is something (another memory) that is holding me back, the last time i tried to tell someone in writing what had happened caused me still more pain when they never, ever spoke to me again. in some ways i hate her for that, she never even explained why she stopped talking to me.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Yeh yeh, I know
I’m well aware that this weekend, especially today (Monday) I was meant to devote entirely to homework. Most important is obviously the independent study for English (as Lovell would like us to believe) but I also said I’d catch up on my maths (I’m sorta a chapter behind most other people, I have been for a while and I’ve managed to do pretty well, especially considering I hadn’t done the last chapter at all I still managed to get a passable grade). Neither of which I’ve done, at all.
Which isn’t good, I know that...
Really I do...
Doesn’t make me do it though
I sorta have a good excuse... not really...but...
Well... Saturday I slept till after midday (I always do on Saturday), then we went shopping (to colonnades coz Rock managed to convince dad we needed to) and didn’t get back for ages. Sunday was rather obviously father’s day; I still slept till almost noon, twas about 11 when we all got up. Then I had to make porridge, which normally I don’t mind making, I’m normally pretty good at it, but this particular morning it just didn’t work, it sorta turned to glue and dad was not impressed. Anyways... after making another batch that did turn out properly (and vowing never to try another big batch again) the rest of the day ended up okay. Gave him the presents, cards etc, ate chocolate and chips, Rock and mum made a cheesecake and we ate that for dessert. We never did get around to washing the clothes, which didn’t trouble me, but it did make it a little difficult for the boys... anyway, then today... slept till ten ish, eventually got up and ate toast (coz its sorta not quite breakfast or lunch) then sue came to help mum, then at about two dad announced we were going to mount barker. And I got to drive (Yay!!) from the top of the hill, to Meadows and through it all the way to Echunga, then dad took over again coz we had to go along Old Mount Barker road and its all twisty turny and unmarked and narrow (it’s really only wide enough for 1 car but they still somehow fit), and of course Mt. Barker itself, lots of cars and roads I don’t know etc. And then I got to drive all the way back as well, we changed in Echunga again, and I drove all the way to Meadows, and through (I took the corner onto the Willunga road a little fast but I was still in control) and all the way along the road to Willunga again. I actually find it relatively easy to be truthful, I really only have to turn the wheel, and try to keep the damn thing below 80 (actual I think that’s the most difficult part, I don’t lift my foot at all (or press down) and the damn engine decides to rev (or stop revving) and so id low down/speed up, whenever I take my eye off the speedo for more than five seconds id find myself pushing 80 again ( I was trying to keep around 75 coz that’s safer (police radars are always wrong)) and id have to slow down) the fact that it’s actually a speed limit of 100 along there and so everyone was overtaking me was only slightly stressful coz no one was a bastard about it, it was pretty obvious (what with the signs and all) that I’m only a learner so they just waited till it was clear and went around, no trouble to anyone. And that whole trip took till about 5:00 so it was pretty much the entire day with me doing nothing again (although driving should count for something) and then... I can’t remember what happened next.
Jeez!!!!! I just bloody realized that its week 8!! Dammit where did the year go!!!!!
(And its actually midnight so i should stop writing a blog and bloody finish typing up this English essay so I can go to bed)
Got to go to school tomorrow today, dammit!!!!! Gunna be so damn tired, again. I’m losing so much sleep because of this damn English essay. I swear I’m this ’ ‘ close to just giving up on it and declaring myself finished with the entire damn thing.
(And there’s a damn mozzie flitting about my head trying to bloody bite me, damn annoying thing.)
Which isn’t good, I know that...
Really I do...
Doesn’t make me do it though
I sorta have a good excuse... not really...but...
Well... Saturday I slept till after midday (I always do on Saturday), then we went shopping (to colonnades coz Rock managed to convince dad we needed to) and didn’t get back for ages. Sunday was rather obviously father’s day; I still slept till almost noon, twas about 11 when we all got up. Then I had to make porridge, which normally I don’t mind making, I’m normally pretty good at it, but this particular morning it just didn’t work, it sorta turned to glue and dad was not impressed. Anyways... after making another batch that did turn out properly (and vowing never to try another big batch again) the rest of the day ended up okay. Gave him the presents, cards etc, ate chocolate and chips, Rock and mum made a cheesecake and we ate that for dessert. We never did get around to washing the clothes, which didn’t trouble me, but it did make it a little difficult for the boys... anyway, then today... slept till ten ish, eventually got up and ate toast (coz its sorta not quite breakfast or lunch) then sue came to help mum, then at about two dad announced we were going to mount barker. And I got to drive (Yay!!) from the top of the hill, to Meadows and through it all the way to Echunga, then dad took over again coz we had to go along Old Mount Barker road and its all twisty turny and unmarked and narrow (it’s really only wide enough for 1 car but they still somehow fit), and of course Mt. Barker itself, lots of cars and roads I don’t know etc. And then I got to drive all the way back as well, we changed in Echunga again, and I drove all the way to Meadows, and through (I took the corner onto the Willunga road a little fast but I was still in control) and all the way along the road to Willunga again. I actually find it relatively easy to be truthful, I really only have to turn the wheel, and try to keep the damn thing below 80 (actual I think that’s the most difficult part, I don’t lift my foot at all (or press down) and the damn engine decides to rev (or stop revving) and so id low down/speed up, whenever I take my eye off the speedo for more than five seconds id find myself pushing 80 again ( I was trying to keep around 75 coz that’s safer (police radars are always wrong)) and id have to slow down) the fact that it’s actually a speed limit of 100 along there and so everyone was overtaking me was only slightly stressful coz no one was a bastard about it, it was pretty obvious (what with the signs and all) that I’m only a learner so they just waited till it was clear and went around, no trouble to anyone. And that whole trip took till about 5:00 so it was pretty much the entire day with me doing nothing again (although driving should count for something) and then... I can’t remember what happened next.
Jeez!!!!! I just bloody realized that its week 8!! Dammit where did the year go!!!!!
(And its actually midnight so i should stop writing a blog and bloody finish typing up this English essay so I can go to bed)
Got to go to school tomorrow today, dammit!!!!! Gunna be so damn tired, again. I’m losing so much sleep because of this damn English essay. I swear I’m this ’ ‘ close to just giving up on it and declaring myself finished with the entire damn thing.
(And there’s a damn mozzie flitting about my head trying to bloody bite me, damn annoying thing.)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Concise list of Lovell’s wishes:
1- Full draft of critical essay (soon)
2- See her on Friday lesson 4
3- Wants me to see ‘the piano’ show/movie/thing
4- Didn’t want me to do classics work on Tuesday
5- Wanted me to come watch piano on Tuesday
6- (wanted me to make an appointment to see her)
7- Told me I can’t pass English without IS essay
8- Told me it’s more important than other work
9- Told me to ignore classics and maths for English
10- (Didn’t mention King Lear essay (YAY!!))
11- Told me she wanted full draft if IS essay by tomorrow
12- Told me she wants all my notes
13- Everything word processed
14- Everything typed up (including previous drafts and current ones) by tomorrow morning
15- Wants me to email her everything (like now)
16- But I told her I cant till tomorrow (which is perfectly true)
17- Told me that my classics term essay, due on Friday, worth 10% of my overall grade, isn’t as important as getting her a draft of my IS essay
18- Told me I can’t do any classics until English is finished
19- For the next 10 days I can’t do any other subjects work but English
20- Said if I don’t send her typed documents by tomorrow and see her on Friday she’s not going to bother with me anymore, at all
21- She let slip I’m not the only one who didn’t make an appointment to see her, and that not everyone is going to be able to see her anyway (and I don’t think that I’m the only one who hasn’t given her a full draft)
22- She rang me at home, on my home phone; she must have looked it up on the school records coz I never wrote it on them stupid sheets she makes up to at the start of the year (I can’t even remember if we did them this year). She’s lucky she asked for me and spoke to me about it, not my dad, coz if she had... I wouldn’t do any work at all for her, if she tried to turn Dad against me (which she’s done once before), if she’d tried to interfere in my home life, tried to go behind my back... she would not have received the results she wanted.
2- See her on Friday lesson 4
3- Wants me to see ‘the piano’ show/movie/thing
4- Didn’t want me to do classics work on Tuesday
5- Wanted me to come watch piano on Tuesday
6- (wanted me to make an appointment to see her)
7- Told me I can’t pass English without IS essay
8- Told me it’s more important than other work
9- Told me to ignore classics and maths for English
10- (Didn’t mention King Lear essay (YAY!!))
11- Told me she wanted full draft if IS essay by tomorrow
12- Told me she wants all my notes
13- Everything word processed
14- Everything typed up (including previous drafts and current ones) by tomorrow morning
15- Wants me to email her everything (like now)
16- But I told her I cant till tomorrow (which is perfectly true)
17- Told me that my classics term essay, due on Friday, worth 10% of my overall grade, isn’t as important as getting her a draft of my IS essay
18- Told me I can’t do any classics until English is finished
19- For the next 10 days I can’t do any other subjects work but English
20- Said if I don’t send her typed documents by tomorrow and see her on Friday she’s not going to bother with me anymore, at all
21- She let slip I’m not the only one who didn’t make an appointment to see her, and that not everyone is going to be able to see her anyway (and I don’t think that I’m the only one who hasn’t given her a full draft)
22- She rang me at home, on my home phone; she must have looked it up on the school records coz I never wrote it on them stupid sheets she makes up to at the start of the year (I can’t even remember if we did them this year). She’s lucky she asked for me and spoke to me about it, not my dad, coz if she had... I wouldn’t do any work at all for her, if she tried to turn Dad against me (which she’s done once before), if she’d tried to interfere in my home life, tried to go behind my back... she would not have received the results she wanted.
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