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Monday, October 20, 2008
I Never Actually Thought It Was Possible To Have A 24-Sided Polygon (My Bladder Would Never Be The Same Again) 7:32 PM

Today’s math was so friggin’ easy (THANK GOD). Like...whoa, you know? It’s got to be easiest paper among the past years, no freakin’ exaggeration. I’m just pretty freaked that my answers could be wrong. I have this, say, “curse” which makes me do all these stupid careless mistakes, like put 6 where a 7 should be, or place the decimal point somewhere else or something equally dumb.

But anyway, I doubt I did a lot of those this time and I hope to God it’s an A. Please be an A. You gotta believe it’s an A. Alright, I believe it’s an A *grins* I’ll make you proud [insert names of all Math teachers I’ve had for the past 36 months].

I just didn’t get to check it my answers much, I was at the last page and then I glanced up at the clock, which showed 10 minutes towards the end. Plus I had to go over the blanks I’ve left. And there was this one particular question where we had to calculate how many sides this polygon had and well, I got it in the end, like finally, knew God wouldn’t fail me (faith, it works, try it), and my answer showed a 24 sided polygon. I mean, 24 sides? Is that even possible? I suppose it is...Math is so perplexing (quotes Richelle). And that was like the last question I left blank, and I got it anyway so total number of blanks is down to: zero. *makes everyone else proud*

It’s not just me, everyone else says it’s easy, so Paper 2 i.e. tomorrow’s paper, should be, must be, and has to be wicked easy. You know what was the hardest part throughout today’s exam? Holding in my piss for about 2 hours max. Man, you shoulda seen me, the moment the invigilator went “you may leave”, I ran off the to ladies’ faster than an arrow. I suppose my bladder won’t ever be the same again. HAHA. Oh well.

So acing Math tomorrow (coughoverconfidentmuchcough). G’nite.

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YESTERDAY.
-Relapse.
-Unconventional Yet Cool
-Why Did The Boy Eat His Exam Paper?
-I Never Should've Picked Up The Phone.
-I Don't Need Luck, I've Got My GOD.
-10 Days Less: A Presidential Note.
-Statue Number 917: Holiday Privileges
-August Is Over, September Done Over, And October I...
-Has Anyone Seen This Guy?
-The Kid In Yellow.