Tests

It should have been a normal day. I got to school, had lessons, ate reccess, as usual. After reccess, we had our maths lesson, but this time it was not so usual. Science was just after maths, and everyone was of course going crazy about it. In actual fact, the topics werent very hard. Just some physics and stuff. But during maths I (and some others as well) were surreptously glancing at the science textbook under our desks. It was a hair raising experience, especially because of Mr Tancw.

The test was bad, to say the least. BAD. Like, BAD BAD, not just bad. Even though I had revised for it the night before, the questions were still merciless. Who woulda thought Mr Tankk was capable of such things, huh?

And then there was the english test. That one really caught me of balance. I didnt even know that there was one, so I did absolutely NO revision. Zero. Non. Ironically, I felt that I probably did better in this one, since compo writing needs practically no revision anyway.

(To cut costs due to the economy meltdown, this post will end without a proper ending.)