Today's Geography paper was one big-ass killer. I mean, really, really bad.
"You may begin." Okay, start the timer on the watch. I love that watch. It's survived being battered around in a too-full pencil case for 4 years.
So, there I was. Suddenly, my brain just blanked. I was going "wait, what?", and after maybe four seconds... "Oh right! Name!" Okay, got off to a shaky start, but never mind. Happened plenty of time before. So I scrawl my name on the paper, realising that my the muscles in my hand were really tense for some reason. Gotta write quickly. Speed is essential.
And so after taking in the whole "Go go gadget, speed plasmid!" thing, I flip open the question paper and decide "Hell, I'm not going to plough the map right now. Might as well go straight to the essays." So I did. And there we go. Race against time, frantically scribbling away. All the while, I'm hoping that my handwriting is legible. It had better be. Or you can just assume that I took a bath with a toaster when I go missing next February.
So scribble scribble scribble WAIT WHAT? What do you mean eight marks? I can't write an eight mark essay with like, 3 points! That's impossible! NoooooOOoooOoo /Star Wars cameo.
And this is just getting rather dry. I'd really rather write about how I hate certain types of people.
Bioshock!!! Must buy.
-Joe