  English oral - really bad. My grade paper (comments, but no marks written on it) was scrawled on from corner to corner. And my English teacher is strict. And what did she say? "In case you were thinking, it's not all bad..." Oh dear.
Double-negative. At least, though, according to Kenn - the teacher told him that she told me similar remarks - and for last year's oral he was given due praise for, if I remember right, "business-like articulation". So hopefully if I fail I won't be the only one making cheap McDonald's napkins all soggy and crumpled. I got my 419 scammer lad to sign a urlLink cute little form that I invented . The slightly quirky phrasing is the lovechild of really sleepy brain cells, and unedited regurgitation of some of CY's ideas - some things run in the mind of girls that I don't ever want to understand.
Like pandas copulating - I do not want to have a 500-word e-mail speculating whether pandas copulate missionary, doggy, or as urlLink Washingtonienne (a US state government intern who got fired for screwing everybody within reach, and then using gov't computers to write about it) says in a Wonkette* interview, "Tulsa wheelbarrow". *Wonkette appears to be, as most political blogs on the Internet are, moderate-extreme-left, and not a blog about 1. the adventures of a crazy girl; and 2. a girl with a phallus - she'd call it Wankette.
It might be of interest that this form is not the end at all. This is merely the start of a shitload of totally irrelevant forms addressed to authorities that do not exist. Sorry sir, I apologise in advance that the US$15 000 I promised you will never reach its destination. 
