Usually, at this time, we tend to insert great introductions that suck the reader into piece. This "introduction" is the foundation of any good writing and usually, a good introduction makes a good piece. Introductions are the writer's first impression. Since introductions are such a pivotal part of a good work I decided not to do any. After a three week slum (like Eddie Murphy) I felt inadequate to set a good foundation so I'll just jump in the deep end and hope to swim.
A lot has happened since the Playoffs started. My exams came and they went. I always wonder why people are so happy when their exams are over. For me there were no "XD's", frantic running around and screaming like a madman. It was just another day...THAT I DON'T HAVE TO GO SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!! This was the most interesting exam period I've ever had. I got my first failing grade in my entire life (except 1st form Art, Integrated Science and Religious Education but apparently those don't count) and it was not pretty. Talk about introductions! My intro was that I missed missed my exam! "But how?" you may ask. Well it's pretty easy as I have proven. Here's a little excerpt from the annals:
"I was fully convinced that all my exams were at 4 - after all, all my other exam days had 4 pm exams. I remember complaining that all my exams were at 4 and how sucky that is. Sitting down [at home] now I remember hearing 'Check the board to see what time is your exam.' I replied, 'Nah man it's at 4.' So after all (and I mean about 4) hints that the exam may be at 9, when mummy asked me if I should be going to school so early I said, 'Ok I'll just catch the bus.'
"So I worked up until 9:30 - I was so ready for it. Then I decided I should call Jenelle. Hmm...no answer. That's when things started to get scary. When Saphyre and Alicia (my group members) wouldn't answer I began to think, 'Well maybe this exam is at 9.' And that's when my heart began to race. I studied some Accounts then I decided to check my phone.
'Suppose...oh no!' The exam was at 9!!!"
There's nothing I can do now but take the fail and move on. Life is a learning experience.
I learned something two weeks ago about tourists. I was going to church with mummy cruising on a Saturday afternoon, fracturing the speed limit. I saw a hired car turn left and approach me. "Well that's odd." I said as I realised that it was approaching me on my side! I was driving hoping that he would realise that he's on the wrong side of the road. But he continued. We caught eyes and it seemed as if he was thinking "why is this boy driving on the wrong side of the road?" So I continued driving. He finally got the idea when he saw a car behind me on my side of the road and he swerved off and went along. So I thought, "Hey guy! You're not in America. You drive on the right side of the road but we drive on the right side of the road!"
Evidently, I'm alive. I saw all my exams that I attended and with much preparation I think I bled less (General Eisenhower). I think I'll learn French this vacation (among other things), you know, for the fun and benefit of knowing more than "Voulez-vous couché avec moi?" This sounds like justice to my second year. One more year to go! I'm out like three strikes.
