suppose that you crack my head open right now, all you'd get is chicken noodle soup.. seriously..well, at least you'd have dinner.
ugh..repulsive and horrifying notion.
anyway..i was relieved when the cheerdance was over, not that I regretted singing up for it, in fact I was in it for the glory baby and I got my greedy share (evil laugh here), but it was like out of the frying pan and into the fire, because we were immediately bombarded by an endless stream of exams that just kept coming and coming, it's a huge surprise I'm alive to tell you the story..
no. not really.
I'm already at an all-time high for coming up for exams and not even aware that there was to be an exam in the first place (?). Like for instance in PE, I was so proud that at least I had one answer. We were given pictures of aerobic exercises and I was fairly confident at answering one item, I called it the walrus when it turned out to be the seal walk. I don't know about the authority at naming aerobic exercises, but I think, seals and walruses walk the same way. And correct me if I'm wrong, you don't even call that walking right? Well tough luck at guessing but I had a backup, I called it the pushcart, guess what they call it? the human wheelbarrow! like it's the most obvious thing in the world!
way to go dude.
and there was MIKROS.. this kept us preoccupied for a while, as if we didn't have enough to keep us busy. But I had fun with this one. I'm happy Ma'am Marie made us do it. I'm so proud of us all! XD
and then comes hellweek
The last remaining days of the sem and the torture level must be maintained, if not raised. and you can't mess with that. It's a thing called tradition.
I'll be glad when all this is over but for the meantime I better do myself a favor and start reading up if I plan on passing organic chem.