I'm sick. Again. Fuck Singapore weather and its horrible AC system!
By 'sick', I mean runny nose, bad headache kind of sick. With luck, my parents will let me stay home so that I don't have to participate in Double English at school tomorrow. Why? You'll find out.
First, I had History, which is where I got sick because of the AC. Anyway, I finished my portfolio about China from 1840 to 1940 because I love History, so that was nice. Then I had Maths, where I actually did something because this is the first time this term my teacher was absent, and he set us some work on this platform and I completed it. It was a past IGCSE Foundation Maths paper, which is the easier Maths paper. Let me tell you, that shit is so easy. I completed nearly all of it in less than an hour, and got it all correct. Then English.
Because nearly a third of my year has gone to Malaysia for a residential, the English department had the amazing idea to put a bunch of kids from different classes into one class. They then divided those classes into two groups. We have to create a magazine based on Simon Armitage's work, because we're currently studying his poems in English.
Don't get me wrong, Simon Armitage is a great poet (for once, they chose someone who writes good poems) but the whole magazine idea is horrible. We have to do everything normal newspapers do, which I'm happy about because I want to pursue a career in journalism, but that's not what annoys me. What annoys me is my group.
It's a horrid group. Out of twelve people, I'm the only one who gets good grades in English. The others are either popular (so don't work at all), unmotivated or dyslexic. In other words, I'm screwed. And because there are some pretty stupid boys and girls in my group, I might not have an official leading role, but I'm literally the one who ends up checking over everyone's grammar.
Even though that's not my job.
So that really pissed me off. I'm begging that I can skip the double period tomorrow, because if I don't, I will cry my eyes out.
Anyway, then I had Drama, where I finished my presentation on the context for SIX: The Musical (a.k.a searching up Henry VIII's wives and writing a PowerPoint slide about them) and then watched a performance of Jane Eyre by the National Theatre. It was so cool.
Last, I had Science, where my teacher gave us a crossword puzzle and put on a David Attenborough documentary on oceans. We did whatever we wanted, so no one actually watched the documentary. We all played skribbl.io or, in my case, also read some pretty good AO3 fanfictions, if I do say so myself.
Ah, I love Biology.
After school I had band practice, and my music teacher did not complain about my band, though I am kind of annoyed. Why? The singer of my band is leaving to Australia. So we have to find a new singer after this year's Battle of the Bands. That sucks so bad, because for once we have a good singer. I'm sad.
But it went well, and we made a couple of changes to our song, even though we already have a green light to perform.
When I got home, I played the piano, did my extra English and now this. And I'm bloody sick.
Proof that being 'unmotivated' is only a question of your mind refusing to do things. If you force it to do something (which I do daily), the mind will slowly learn that it is not the boss anymore. That you are the boss, and you want to work and be strong even when you're low.
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Signing out,
Alex <3
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