The Last Leg

This coming week is pretty much my last of school ever, I have until Friday to prepare for my History exam (which sounds like a lot of time, but it isn't) than I have my Media exam, than guess whose done with high school forever? Me. I do, sadly, have to attend a half-day on the 9th which is basically just to make us go and prepare the gym for prize-giving, which involves setting up the stage, sound, band, lighting and shit. It's the longest ceremony ever, but it literally will be my last ever official thing to do with Garin College. I can't say the fondest memories of my life have anything to do with the school, but I do have memories, like it or not ('not' being the selected word. I want to say 'adjective', but I'm not sure if it works even though I am 'describing' my feelings).

Well I basically need to write about twenty essays in the next four days to have a hope of getting a half-decent grade in history, and Media, although easier, requires a bunch of reading and writing a few practice essay, so basically I'll be going essay mad so if I'm writing a bunch of blogs and tweeting too much, you know it means I'm screwing up my university future. Which I still need to apply for.