  Aye. An update on my studies: I can actually visualise what I want to write during the average Elective Geography class test now. Oh, and teacher-pupil conference - or the best thing the WITS team in school has come up with in years - is really 10 of us sitting in a classroom answering questions as startlingly ungeneric as "What is your opinion of having a boy-girl relationship at the age of 16?
" and "What could you have done for the school". There's an organic chemistry test tomorrow - and my English oral. You know how I love looking at pictures of pus-addled teenagers frolicking in the sun and racking my brains choosing one of the three possible interpretations. (New syllabus means that you cannot mindlessly ramble about checkered shirts, nice abs or girls in ponytails - grrrr.
When you're in a bus the ponytails go swing swing swing swoop - irritatin'. ) Outside of school - ugh, lonely. Verily. I have almost nothing to live for these days. Except my favourite porridge stall, Portuguese egg tarts, a couple of books I haven't gotten around to reading. I try to wake up smiling. I really try, though, and it's mostly successful. I'm round the bend... bye. 
