MER MER MER MER MER MER MER MER.

i got an email from my (lovely) modern history teacher
"Hi Rachel

Just wanted to wish you all the very best for thursday. I am sure that you are very well prepared. I am confident that you will do well.
See you thursday. Best wishes!"

mer! oh geez isn't that a huge burden of guilt right over my head. i'm not well prepared i just hate it there's too much to know. i know albert speer and i know nazi germany because they are interesting but WWI and conflict in europe oh gawd that will be a sore sight for any markers eyes. hang on, sometimes i can ace WWI, but otherwise i'm doomed.

when did i become like this? when did my intellect slip? i think it definitely begun this year. oh well no big deal i'm enrolling in the national art school anyway and that's non UAI! and i can major in photography yayyyy (L)
on the subject of photography, one day soon i'm going to make a link or something, and share some of mine. maybe that's when my intellect slipped? because phil and i spent most of our senior highschool life in the darkroom rather than .. knuckling down. haha oh i miss school i remember when we were in year eleven and we were real bored one free period so we made an awesome cubby house out of huge canvas boards and material we found in the artroom and we stuck a sign on it imitating our lovely art teachers prose. "YEAR 12 MAJOR WORK, PLEASE DON'T TOUCH! THANKS, MOE :)" hahaha and we stayed in there all lunchtime and ate mixed nuts and peeked at all the people in the artroom who were like 'who did that for their majorwork? it's pretty weird' haha oh my school was great. and moe got really angry at us. wait, not us, just me that stupid bitch!
yes. yes, this is definitely how my intellect slipped