The Results

It's results day
Simultaneously, I have been both anticipating and dreading this day since I put my pen down, on I think my first exam (maths non-calc if anybody's interested).
As a way of acclimatising us to the system of exam results day, we gathered  in the main hall, sat in alphabetical order in each form, going up one by one to receive our envelopes.
The envelopes are nondescript, brown, with a sticker that holds only your name and your form class.
Now I think about it, it's almost metaphoric. In the end, in our school life, all that matters is summarised in this envelope; your name, our form class, and your results.
The first result I looked at was Geography. As soon as I saw the exam questions themselves, I knew I was failing, and surprise surprise, I did. A pass in England is a C, and I got a D, though I have no idea as to the grade boundaries, so I couldn't tell you how close I was to that elusive C. To refer back to my exam advice, revise your case studies, as that's definitely what let me down.
The next thing I looked at was my ICT grade, surprisingly. We'd asked our teacher earlier in the week what the range of marks was, and she'd said A* to D, which lead me to be pretty confident in the fact that I'd passed, but by how much? An A* apparently, which I was extremely pleased with, and it kind of makes me wonder why I'm not considering ICT for A-Level, but I'm having enough trouble deciding on subjects for that anyway, so I'll leave it be.
I got a C in History, which I also expected to be around there, as I completely forgot everything for Vietnam, what even was the Tet Offensive, and I ended up babbling about the media and the My Lai massacre, as that was all I remembered.
Somehow, I also ended up with an A in Maths, so happy days, no intervention, but apparently I did shit on one paper, then pulled it back with the other, so I'll see how the hell I managed that when we go over the paper this next week.
The only other C I got was in RE, which I don't particularly care about the mark for, especially due to the bizarre questions on the paper. Around half of an RE exam is about whether you agree with something or disagree, and unfortunately for me and my moral standards, there are some things I don't entirely agree or disagree with, because I am a person who honestly just thinks we should let people do what they want, religion be damned.
After all of that, the rest of my subjects were Bs, which leaves room for improvement in all of them (Biology, Chemistry, English, Physics, and Spanish), and I'm just glad it's over.
At this point, it's an entire 75 school days until the first exam, so around 15 school weeks, and another three weeks of holidays, so 18 weeks from now, I will be sitting my first exam.
With these results, I'll be making sure to revise from now until then, and focus on everything!
Have you gotten your results recently? Share your pain!

6 Down, 5 To Go

If you have been, or are currently a year 11 in Britain, you'll know my current pain. It's mock season people, and this storm has brought about some casualties.

My mocks started on Tuesday, my timetable graced with eleven different subjects which I was not in the slightest prepared for.

Note 1: Revise and Prepare, You'll Thank Me Later

When they hand you the timetable a good 6 weeks in advance, you honestly believe that you have all the time in the world, but seriously, you should be revising long before that green paper is in your hand, a lesson I will be putting into practice come exam season. If I haven't, feel free to shoot me, because I'll probably already be dead.

Of course, my exam plight was not aided by the fact that, for the last couple of weeks I have been caught in the twisted grip of a bug. I spent an entire weekend where I should have been revising, and also spending some time with my sister, who was up for the weekend, curled up on a sofa feeling absolutely miserable. I've only managed to absolutely improvise my way through a week of exams whilst alternating ibuprofen and paracetamol (I owe any passing results to whoever invented those things).

Note 2: Make Sure You've Done Everything You Need to Do

Paracetamol does not last for four hours, it wears off after about three, so that dose you took at half seven will not last you through a 1 hour 45 English exam an hour and a half later (apparently). I had to quite literally stop writing for a second on Wednesday morning because of a stomach cramp that quite literally sucker punched me in the gut. So remember any medication you need to take, any last minute preparations that you think might bring you luck, anything that will help you feel at ease prior to an exam.

Note 3: Much as You Want To, Don't Leave the Questions with the Most Marks for Last

Imagine if you run out of time; that twelve marker that you didn't fully flesh out may be the difference between grades, whereas that four marker that you did because it was easy, that can be left till last.

Note 4: Case Studies are Important

You don't realise until you see an exam paper, but in Geography, having information from a case study committed to memory is seriously important. Which is why, following the absolute Titanic turn my exam yesterday took, I will be creating a mind map for every single case study that I have studied in the last three years, with impacts, figures, and everything.

Note 5: Remember the Writing Portion for English Language

I didn't personally do this, but after seeing the utter despair on a friend's face after he realised that he hadn't done the writing portion, I think it's worth mentioning.

Note 6: In the Same Vein, Do the Questions you're Supposed To

My history teacher will continue to tell the story of the girl in her class a while back, A* student, who saw a question in reference to the Tsardom of Russia (or something like that) and answered that. However, because that wasn't one of the topics the school was registered to answer, she didn't get any marks for it.

Another of my friends actually, purely for a laugh as I believe, decided to answer a question in English upon Journey into the Void, a book he has not read or studied, but because you get an extract for a portion of the question, he answered it using the extract. Whilst our teacher refuses to mark it, I'm still highly interested in the grade he would have got for it. So know which questions/topics you need to answer, and stick to them, highlight them, whatever, just don't go answering shit willy-nilly.

So, good luck to everybody in your mocks/getting results/surviving until Christmas. Please try and remember that, while a bad grade on a mock feels like the end of the world, it doesn't define you, and it never will.

How?

I disappeared again, sorry.
I honestly don't understand how I spend so much time on the internet.
Just how?

Life's a whole bunch of 'how's at the minute

How am I supposed to do a controlled assessment in January?
How am I supposed to revise whilst simultaneously doing homework?
How am I supposed to keep myself together?

Looking at these questions, I kind of realise the beauty of the English language. Stress the right word, and in the right way, and you can answer them.

How am I supposed to do a controlled assessment in January? By putting as much effort into it as I have in my other ones (two of which I got A* in, as I found out today)

How am I supposed to revise? By sorting myself out, and realising that homework is revision, ultimately.

How am I supposed to keep myself together? I already am, and I'll continue to do so until this method stops working, then find another one.

It's not a matter of complaining, asking other people how.
It's about asking yourself, and somedays, I need to remind myself.

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After that moment, let's have an update!

I went on holiday a few weeks back, had a brilliant time! If you want to see some photos and stuff, you can visit my instagram.

I got puppies! Two little girls, Bess and Fizz, who are black/chocolate labs. They're so bouncy, oh my god, Bess has pouncing to a fine art.

I've been looking at sixth forms; in my head, I'm decided (on not staying on), but I'm going to my school's sixth form open evening tomorrow. I think I'm going to do English Language, History (or Sociology), Spanish, and Media. The first and last are definite, but those three in the middle I don't know. Once we get to bridging week in June/July, we'll see.

NaNoWriMo was a flop, once again. I don't know what it is that makes me think that when I'm on holiday, I'll be productive. I was nowhere near productive. However, progress has been made upon Eyes of the Reaper, people! I have about 300-350 words, amazing, I know. I also have the ending, strangely enough. I won't be sharing that, but as of now unedited, I'm quite happy with it, it has the right pacing for me. Don't know when I'll be able to work on it again, though.

Hope you're all doing well! Will see about a WW for tomorrow, but as you've all probably figured out, no promises from me!

So I Haven't Blogged in a Month

Hi, I'm Eve, I kind of run this blog, but apparently not, seeing as I literally haven't blogged in 6 weeks.
I'M SO SORRY!
So, Eve, whatcha been up to?
Quick round up of last month:
I started year 11, the exam year in Britain, and I'm quite surprised by the lack of me being murdered by teachers, because I'm a little sh*t who has trouble completing homework which isn't 5 questions - heck, I can't even do that for English when it comes to Of Mice and Men, we're supposed to read section 5 this weekend, I haven't read section 2 in full!
I turned 16 a little over 2 weeks ago. I celebrated with quite literally all of my friends there, it was an awesome night, I just didn't get pictures of myself :-/
I'm currently staring at least half a dozen controlled assessments in the face, which each make up 25% of their respective final grades, and they can be the clinchers for a grade, so they're kind of important D:
I've decided to participate in NaNoWriMo again this year, and maybe actually get something done for it. Here's hoping!
Well, that's kind of it so far! I have one post in the works, that I took pictures for before my accidental hiatus, and hopefully, I'll get some stuff up before I go on holiday in 4 weeks (I'm so excited!)
That's pretty much me at the moment, so I'll see you soon, hopefully, if I remember!

Another Year Been and Gone

Alright, I'm not technically completely done with school just yet; I'm on work experience for the final week of school, and I'm going back in on Thursday to sing for my headmaster's leaving mass, so I'm not done yet, but technically I am, because I have no lessons left.
So what have I learnt this year?

Relationships aren't everything
At the start of year 10, i was determined that at some point in the year, I would be in a relationship. At the other end, I realise that I did have more important things to focus upon. I've had crushes, certainly, and even an offer of a relationship in the last 10 months, but I've also been splitting my time between school and extra-curriculars, hobbies and home life. I have time for a relationship; I hope I at least have something in time for prom next year, but if not, I have some brilliant friends to have as my dates.

Grades aren't everything
When it gets to year 10, you start stressing about your marks, even just for simple homework tasks, when really you shouldn't. Unless you know it's coursework, don't stress; if it's revision material, all you need is for it to have the relevant facts and figures, as long as it teaches you something, you don't need to impress anybody with it. I know teachers make a big deal out of marks for things, especially when it gets to report time (which for us at my school is every term/half term), but don't sweat it, because I have and it has at some points completely wrecked me in the last year, which leads to my next point.

Mental stability is important
I know that amidst the masses of homework and expectations that we do forget to think about ourselves - don't. It doesn't matter whether you've been diagnosed with mental problems or not, mental health is important no matter whether it's on a medical file or not.
You may remember back in January, when I had a 'snap' over some chemistry homework. I didn't actually mention this, but the day after my mum's shop closed in April, I snapped again, ending up taking a day off school because I wasn't able to get out the door with clear eyes.
Since then, I've been taking multi-vitamins, so about 2 1/2 months, I believe going by the pack. Looking at the reviews on the Boots website, it goes on about giving people energy, but I feel the only energy I'm gaining is going to the sensitive parts of me. I certainly feel like I've been more positive, and talking to my friends when I was picking up some more the other weekend, it certainly sounds like I have been.

Extra-curriculars are only worth your time if you're reaping the rewards
As you know by now, I sing, I perform. As I said earlier, I've been splitting my time between extra-curriculars over the last year, what with loads of extra school masses and stuff due to it being our 50th anniversary, Joseph requiring a load of rehearsals, Sage rehearsals demanding a lot of my time, and DofE. As stressed as I have been over it though, it felt brilliant to see what all those rehearsals and all that time became; being able to leave the stage at the Sage and say 'that was bloody brilliant', or start jumping excitedly as soon as you're backstage after the first act of Joseph, you know it's been worth it, and I'm now sure that I'll be doing the exact same next year, even with exams on.

Get friendship dramas out of the way
It is at this point where I gloat and say that I'm glad that I've gained so many friends over the years, but it's around year 9 and year 10 that you really start deciding who belongs where in your life, or whether they belong in your life at all. I suggest you start doing this now rather than under the duress of exams next year.

Take the time to enjoy
Now that I'm older, it feels like the years pass so much quicker, as it did this last year. You're not in school forever, so enjoy it! Make memories outside of the classroom and inside them, and live in the moment, because that's all we have.


Damn this got inspirational. That's pretty much all I've learnt in the last year, what about you?
Also, anyone who's wondering, we had our Joseph performance on Thursday night, I absolutely loved it, and now have a t-shirt with the name 'Dan' on the back (that won't be awkward at all) as well as the Joseph and school logos in the best places (literally right above my boobs, brilliant job CRE8IVE), to use as my comfy shirt, so yay!
Got a slightly overdue haul to work on now! I actually have homework I should probably be doing, but eh, SUMMER!
I actually don't have to go to work experience till 10 on Monday, so ha to all my friends going to primary schools who have to be there for half 8! Just kidding, have fun :)
Love Eve <3

I Fell Asleep

Don't think I've talked about my utterly horrendous schedule, but in the last four weeks, I haven't been in lessons at all on a Friday, three Thursdays whilst missing lessons elsewhere as well. Of course, this means I have a lot of catching up to do.
You'd think, seeing as I only have two weeks left of school, that I wouldn't have that much left to do.
Oh no! This is Year 10, you hear me? YOU HAVE EXAMS NEXT YEAR, YOU NEED ALL THE STRESS OUT OF THE WAY!
So we'll pile it on top of you now
Assessments galore. I have, in fact, missed so much work for my history assessment that I'm having to leave it until September. However, I decided to get all of my sources work done so it's there in September.
I didn't realise when I walked into the lesson today that I had so little to copy out, seeing as I'd done most of it already.
So, it took me around twenty minutes to finish all my copying, leaving me half an hour to spare. seeing as I had nothing else to do (in hindsight, I realise I had English work in my bag, but I didn't think of that), so I decided to read through my notes, and read through them, and read through them.
my history lesson is directly after lunch, and we all know what it's like after lunch; you feel sluggish, and if you don't have anything in particular to concentrate on, nodding off is an alternative.
Which I apparently did.
I had been nodding off for a little while, making sure to catch myself, which I apparently didn't the final time. I woke up to a boy yelling out 'she's asleep'. Sue me, I fell asleep.
Thankfully, my history teacher is pretty upbeat, and knows I wouldn't have fallen asleep if I hadn't been tired, and knew I had the work done, so she just passed it off by asking if I was tired.

So that happened. Thankfully, I only had to sit through another lesson before I could escape to rehearsals.
Rehearsals were alright, there are ups and downs when it comes to the last week before a production.
My good friend Jack is singing 'Benjamin Calypso', and oh my God, Jack, it was so good tonight, I don't know how anyone will keep a straight face whilst you're singing.
Anyway, we finally got to setting the rest of Act 2, and towards the end (spoiler alert if you haven't seen Joseph before, which obviously means you haven't been in an English primary school) when they reunite with Joseph, we all have to go up and pat him on the back or hug him or something. Beforehand, I'm sat towards the front of the stage, so I'm one of the first to reach him. I went to pat him on the shoulder, but we somehow ended up in a strange hug thing where he had hold of my hip.
And still had hold of it when he moved onto the rest of the brothers. Slightly strange feeling, that. (he's only a year older than me, but still)
Then, being towards the front, I had nothing to do, so I tried to move backwards to let the rest in (there are eleven of us), but ended up stuck in a circle of people patting him on the back over my shoulder. Fun!
Also, you can't say I don't sacrifice anything for drama, as I now have a cut on my wrist from the side of the stage after sitting down maybe a bit too quickly on the stairs, which is hurting as I rest my hand on the keyboard whilst typing.

So that's the interesting points of my day, what about yours?
Love, Eve <3

The British Education System Confuses Me

This post is going to consist of two points where the British Education System has completely lost me in terms of effectiveness, which is probably going to turn into a rant. So if you'd rather not hear about why I wish we students could have a say, feel free to close this tab, because this may take a while.

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The first thing that confuses me is exams. All it does is test your memory, not how you apply what you've learned or anything.

I have a Spanish speaking exam next Monday, which I will be cramming for for the next week, but all it is is remembering a few paragraphs worth of a foreign language and reciting it (says the girl with a sieve-like memory when under pressure). 

To me, that doesn't at all test our knowledge of Spanish, it tests our memories, and how much our head can hold of some foreign words. That is not going to help us if we ever, I don't know, want to use Spanish as a language. 

We can't go up to someone in a street and go 'Si, claro, puedo ayudarle?' because I have no clue what that translates to (yeah, right, I can help, according to google). Exams just don't test anything of worth to me. 

It's been 4 years since my Year 6 SATS, and all I can remember from that is 'divide by the number on the bottom of the fraction', as well as a year since my statistics GCSE, and I can barely remember how to calculate a line, and we were learning that 3 weeks ago.

Also, why the hell are exams so close? I'm dreading the idea of having two major exams within the same week, which do I revise for? I barely revise to start off with, why is this my responsibility, I can't even sign forms for myself yet, why must I do this?

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The second thing that annoys me is something kind of close to my heart. If you didn't see, yesterday, I uploaded a post entitled, Dear Jane, which was about a close family friend who recently died after a long fight with cancer.

Here's the thing that confuses me: why are we taught the causes of cancer, but not how to spot cancer? I can name the entirety of the electromagnetic spectrum, I can talk your ear off about the workings of a heart attack, and yet I couldn't tell you the difference between a regular mole and a malignant one.

If we were taught stuff like this, it could easily save our lives. As an internet hobo, I have of course seen the reminders to check my breasts, with instructions on how to do so (usually they aren't that in-depth). It just makes me wonder why this sort of thing is left up to the internet to teach me, when I spend two hours a week in biology learning about Darwin and evolution.

This could not only benefit girls, but boys as well, it's not just girls who suffer from breast cancer. Even just learning how to tell the difference could potentially save a life, especially if you realise in the early stages.

Much like taxes and how to buy a house, this is something I believe we should be taught in school, so that we learn from an early age something that could be used for the rest of our lives.

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This kind of turned into another rant post, but at least I have something to replace this week's Writing Wednesday, as I ave done absolutely nothing towards that. NaNoWriMo-wise, I'm at 1088 words, and I haven't touched it since day 4, so I may get something done on that if I don't fancy tackling the homework I've been conveniently ignoring.

Bye everyone, Eve <3

At the End of the Day

This is a follow-up to last week's Stress Vent. Just a reminder:

Nothing lasts forever

That's it; your stress won't last; the things that are upsetting you now, you'll look back and wonder what you were worrying about; people who annoy you now, in ten years, they probably won't be around unless you want them to be.

At the end of the day, nothing is permanent. 

In the heat of the moment, it can feel like everything's surrounding you, but the moments pass and you can grow. In geography today, we learnt that the word 'advance', in terms of glaciers, means to grow. For glaciers, it's in size, but for us, we can advance in so many ways; our knowledge, our personality, our understanding of the world.

To relate this to me, this time last week, I was writing about being stressed over a geography assessment and chemistry homework. Today I learned I got A's in both, which I am so happy about, and that's my wake up the the span of things. I've been worrying about those for a week, hoping I got a good grade so that my tears weren't for naught, and now I know they weren't, I feel kind of stupid, but not completely ridiculous, because you don't cry for nothing. 

You cry because you're impassioned.

You cry because you're angry, or you're sad, or scared, or even happy (though I can't say I've cried out of joy much before). Never underestimate your emotions, because, confusing as they are, they are the windows into you and your feelings, and they explain a lot more than your mouth can.

At the end of the day, these things, they're gone, over and done with; they can't be changed, only improved upon.

Please remember that,

I'm always here to message if needed, remember that too.

Have a nice weekend everybody,

Eve <3

Writing Wednesday #3 ~ Sand

Back on schedule! I actually have two different Writing Wednesdays for this prompt. When I thought I would be posting #3 last week, as I mentioned in last week's Writing Wednesday, I actually incorporated the prompt into my English homework. I already had something written for today, so I've just rounded that off quickly, and am also adding my English homework to the end, which I ended up extending for my EBI, so you can have that paragraph too.

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Three days and she was sick of it. Sand as far as the eye could see with no way to escape the stuff.
'I'm a survivor' she had to make herself think, but that only brought her to the conclusion that she'd survived hell only to be sent to Purgatory.
She had tried to escape, yet all that led to was defeat. Her weakened arms would fail her, the cramp in her feet would draw her to a halt, the salt water in her lungs would leave her gasping for respite, and she would return to the sand, beaten once again.
Would she ever escape? Or would she, the last survivor, be defeated?

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Always running, but never moving forward

You walk away, footprints in the sand serving as a reminder of just how far away you already are. How did we end up like this? Tears fall into the waves, milling with the salty waters as they recede. Reaching for you, I wonder why I bother; we've been here before. My feet won't move, the only part of  my body that doesn't want to be near you. Why is it, we're always running, but never moving forward.
My knees hit the sand, waves lapping around me; they go about their natural process whilst mine crumbles into the saltwater. Perhaps the waves can carry me away from this, away from him. "I'm done with this!" His agitated voice had filled the beach, and now it fills my head, repeating itself until i overpowers me, sending me backwards into the waters. Seaweed tangles in my hair, like hands trying to keep me there. Thrashing against them, I look to the sky, fighting to be back in the world above, no matter how miserable it may be.

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I do love doing creative writing in English! I didn't say, but the actual task for homework was to take  a six word story  like Ernest Hemingway did, and write a paragraph about it. My six word story came from my friend Jam, and if you hadn't guessed, it's up there ^!

I don't know what I'll be writing on Saturday. Push comes to shove, you may end up with more of my English work! Have a nice week everybody,

Eve <3

Take a Break

If you're in any type of schooling, you're probably a little bit stressed, unless you're 11 or under. Do me a favour and enjoy it! And sometimes things can pile on top of you, and it starts to bend you, like a pencil, and that pencil can snap.

That happened to me last night

With a chemistry presentation to complete for Friday, as well as a Geography test to revise for, an RE mock exam in two weeks, a Spanish controlled assessment in three, I snapped. Whilst talking to Maya (complaining really), I broke. There were tears, despair, and the inherent need for my mum. I didn't want to hide from her, not when I was struggling.

She ended up telling me that I would shower, then have another ten minutes to do some more chemistry, and geography, if I didn't have it in my head already, I'd have to make do. The test was just an end-of-unit, which just gives a grade, but doesn't impact my GCSE. Then I'd go to sleep, because my parents are sure that I can't run on 6 hours of sleep forever, which I suppose I can't, but it's just a manageable time for me, just like 6:30 is for waking up, and 7:00 is for making my tea on a night.

I couldn't tell you why it took me two hours to do that one chemistry presentation (this did include a 20 minute fanfiction break, but whatever). I ended up finishing it in the 10 minute time limit I gave myself. 7 slides of random chemical stuff that barely made sense to me, that took two hours. The reaason I've been able to figure out is that, I got a D last term, and I don't want to keep that. No way. Unfortunately, I'm not my sister, who did an A Level in chemistry, and even went on to university to study it. Chemistry is probably my worst science, followed by physics, then biology is definitely my favourite. Covalent bonds don't interest me; clinical trials and heart dissection does.

But I wasn't writing this to talk about my personal struggles, I want to help you if you're feeling stressed. We all have different methods for relieving ourselves of stress, but here are a few that help me out when I'm feeling overwhelmed.

1. Take a step back

When you're stressed, it's a counterproductive to be near the thing that's causing you grief. Take a walk, go make a drink, or just close the window on your computer and go do something else.

2. Take a shower

Clear your mind, take the time to get yourself clean and just away from whatever's stressing you out.

3. Read a book (or do whatever relaxes you)

Relieving your own stress lies in relaxing yourself, for me at least. Get out a book, listen to some music, whatever makes you happy, do it.

4.Punch a pillow

I would say 'punch something', but I don't know how literally people will take that, and I don't really want to pay damages if someone punches through a wall or something, so punch a pillow; think of it as one way to plump it :)

5.Talk to someone

Whether it's your mum downstairs, your friend you're in a chat with, or just a silly little blog (ayyy), get your feelings out. For some reason, that helps me get over it quicker.

6. Sleep on it

As I said, my mum's initial suggestion was, after I'd had my shower and done the ten minutes of chemistry, was to go to bed, setting an earlier alarm so I could get my morning routine out of the way and use the extra time to finish my work. Luckily, I finished it before I went to bed, so I got the extra time to do some revision for Geography.

7. Let it out

If you feel like crying, then cry. Don't be ashamed of your tears. Tears actually contain antibodies that fight pathogens (thank you biology). So cry, it's human. Take hours if that's what you need;
if the end product is the same, who cares about the middle? You don't have to be strong all the time, which is something I need to remind myself. I'll be leaving reminders everywhere for myself that I'm not indestructible, and I don't need to pretend I am.

So, that was my Thursday night. Hopefully this can be motivation to become a more put-together, organised person (says the person who hasn't done any homework when she has two pieces due on Monday)
Have a nice weekend, Eve <3
PS. I forgot, but I would like to give a shoutout to the beautiful Maya, for being supportive when I was feeling rough, making sure I was okay in the morning, and being a brilliant friend in general. Love oo, Maya x

Writing Wednesday ~ The One with the Mad English Lesson

I know, I keep steering away from the 100 writing prompts, but I must document today's English lesson, which featured an angsty sock and a sexual starburst (ha! alliteration)
So, if you want to learn what I wrote in English, read on!
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Our first task was to describe where missing socks go when they disappear mysteriously in the washing machine. Accidentally, I actually started writing the extension task about how the sock itself feels (I was writing about the sock that's left behind as well!) So, here is my personified sock!

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Imagine your soulmate, your best friend, the other side of your coin. You were made together, crafted in the same moments, packaged side by side. Imagine that one person who keeps you separate, but still keeping you together. After each separation, you are cleaned and then put back together. Imagine, though, you are cleaned, and when you emerge, you aren't brought together once gain; you look for them, your soulmate, your best friend, the one who completes you, but they aren't there. You are thrown into the pile of 'unpaireds' and wonder where you went wrong, how you lost a friend.

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Don't ask me what happened, or what I was on, I honestly have no clue. Wait until you read about the sexual starburst!

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So, I'll explain the sexual starburst. Basically, we were focusing today on the senses. We were each given a starburst (a fruity sweet) and given a different task every few minutes to write about. First, there was sight, then touch (with wrapper), touch (without wrapper), smell, taste (without chewing), taste (with chewing).

I couldn't tell you if it's my teacher who's mad, or me for making a confectionery sweet sound sexual. You decide!

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Small and inconsequential, it sits temptingly before me. In my palm, its wrapping crackles, the sound begging me to unfold the paper, to release it from its paper cage. Malleable yet firm, it breaks beneath my nail. The citrus hits my nose, surrounding me in a fragrant aroma that reminds me of foreign soul. Lemon and lime bursts against my tongue, sticking to the roof of my mouth against my will. As I chew, I suddenly remember my braces being tightened yesterday, my teeth grinding around the starburst igniting the pain that flares in my gums. Stupidly, I only now remember that I shouldn't eat such chewy delights, as it wraps itself around my braces, sending my tongue to release my braces from its citrus hold.

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These are completely unedited, though I really wanted to. What was I on for that hour? Maybe it was just exhaustion from writing so much in history the lesson before.

Next week, I will hopefully be continuing with the 100 writing prompts challenge, which will also be my english homework, due tomorrow, so I need to go do that :)

Eve <3