There just isn't much difference between school term and break now, anyway. During school term I get to slack around, meet my friends, wake up late in the morning, wonder whether I should wear dark blue jeans or slightly-less-than-dark blue jeans. After which I realise that my jeans are too tight/loose and I spend the day complaining about an uncomfortable feeling in my crotch.
Then I wonder, does my size really vary that much? All my jeans seemed to fit perfectly when I bought them. Granted, I wasn't really happy during the buying process(because it basically involved me being dragged out shopping) so it is likely that I was not fully aware of what I was buying. So now the contents of my pockets vary according to how tight my jeans are.
The funny thing is, I feel that I've got a lot more things to do this break. Sure, they're not all school-related, but I finally feel like I could have a busy week. There's the chalet, and then there's the vacation to Malaysia, and then there's the bunch of reports that I have to do, and also the studying that needs to be done for the upcoming common tests. After which, hopefully, a gathering of the KI circle before everyone goes back to school.
Now, that common test thing is really an issue, because it's difficult to gauge the exact depth and complexity of information that is expected of us. I could go memorise intricate and detailed processes relating to carbohydrate transfer, citing examples and listing the appropriate enzymes, when all they could be asking for is "And then something happens!" Honestly, it's quite likely that they'll do that.
Not that it matters. I'm going to write everything I know. They can't penalise me. I won't be wrong.
Term break. Okay.
Writer's block. Tired.
So here's how we're going to end the world.
Now, first, we need a large amount of black stuff. Like soot, or paint. Paint probably isn't quite a good idea. It's heavy. And we need a lot of it. Enough to cover the entirety of the poles. Right now, the whiteness of our happy icecaps seems to be reflecting much of the sun's energy off them. It's something that comes with being white. So, currently, a large proportion of energy is bounced right back into space. Given that the atmosphere...might... Be thinner at the poles, global warming due to the greenhouse gas effect is on a lower scale.
So then, we cover Penguin Land and Santa's real-estate with black. Tell them that it's an experiment. So then what happens here, is that our newly-blackened poles stop reflecting radiation, and start absorbing it, thus greatly increasing the rate at which the temperature rises. Ice, as we know, happens to turn into water after warming up. Given that much of the ice is above sea-level, we can expect the ocean to go "Hey, I'm bigger now!"
Which then kills Venice.
Along with every other isolated, low-lying piece of land. Oh, and the whole rise-in-temperature thing is going to screw up that big belt of water and air and stuff that transfers energy around the seas. I completely forgot what it was called. It might have the word "Atlantic" in it. I'm not really sure what would happen to the global climate after this happens, but it's probably not going to be very nice.
Unless of course the only effect is a slight drop in temperature in isolated spots that I happen to live in. That would be really cool. Pun intended.
Alternatively, I'd like to know what would happen if for some reason, sea-levels fell. Maybe a bored trillionaire decided to eject the Indian Ocean into outer space. Or aliens came and decided that they needed a Pacific of water. Yes, they measure volume in "Pacifics". So, if the seas suddenly shrank, what would that mean? Would the global climate get messed up?
Assuming that nothing really bad happens, we might get more land to use. Me, not being a geologist or anything, cannot really say much about how current offshore soil would do for any form of construction.
Although we could just put steel under it.
-Joe