I'm sick and according to my mother the number of sick days I've taken this year is equivalent to all my sick days from kindy to year 11 (says a lot about my immune system right)
Hoping my voice doesn't fail me for the upcoming oral task... I'm beginning to hate orals, my speech is practically an essay- just a really shitty one. Oh and AUSPOST hurry up and deliver my electric hot water bottle so I can comfortably avoid the Senior Study Room, I swear that place is just a breeding ground and incubator for diseases.
Funfact which isn't really so fun but for anyone who considers using the facilities in the SSR then you should be aware that our fridge is worse than our microwaves and if you've seen the aesthetic appeal of our lovely microwaves then just let your imagination ponder for a minute to consider all the bacteria that infests your lunch. On a related note I feel sorry for the grade below who will inherit our dysfunctional equipment with lots of tender love and care *cough cough* oh and spare a thought for the sandwich press which is in a grotesque state. Btw I guess I'll take it upon myself to apologise for a minority group in my grade who basically ruined the (now non-existant) camp for future year 12s.
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