  goodness of my heart today was crazy. i wrote a 1.5 page composition about some insignificant person in my usual broken chinese, wrote about 100000 words wrong, had half the essay marked out in red ink, and i actually passed. by 20 marks. don't ask me, all right. i don't even speak a word of chinese. i understand as much chinese as, say, a bald beaver does.
lsm torture clinic: we'll kill you by giving you significantly more marks than you deserve. i devoured an entire cup of that badham milk that no one dared to touch. i think the almond chunks at the bottom were a nice touch. i've also signed up for one house activity - which is required, or else you do AIMS - to throw as many pieces of paper into the wastepaper basket from only three metres away as possible. this is a lifeskill that i have - quite predictably - honed to near perfection in the last two years of my life, and now i can safely say that i'm a marist who can make a difference to society. predictably by throwing waste everywhere with shocking accuracy to electrocute a beaver. bye. 
