Soooooooooooooooooo how'd you guys find your HSC marks? AHEM SHELLEY SHE JUST SAYING WTHECK HOW CAN YOU BE SO SMART AND BEAUTIFUL AND BEASTLY TAKING OUT STATE RANKS EVERYWHERE. (plz have my babies. Then they will be smart and beautiful and incredibly imaginary, because that's not possible, sadly. Which you would know because you state ranked bio. In which case, I'm sad because I love gurl, cos you are amazballs. And James is now feeling threatened.)
I find it freaky, because after putting my marks into an ATAR calculator, it told me I would get 92.1. And I dreamt I got 92. :O
I HAVE FUTURE PREDICTING QUALITIES!!!!
(in b4 I get 91 tomorrow hahaha)
Haha actually after I got my marks I went and changed my preferences to more realistic goals. So sad lol.
I don't think I can sleep tonight. So tense for ATAR. I could barely sleep last night. Luckily no work tomorrow ^.^
I was so tired today I bought a coffee from the local cafe during lunch whilst tutoring. Haha actually I slept for like 4 hours, and I felt more awake today than I did yesterday, when I slept for like 10. Mysteries of life.
So I've been tutoring this year 6 kid for selective. (his mum runs the Pre-uni I work at, so she asked me to tutor her kid) I'm his specific English tutor. She asks other tutors to teach math and GA depending on their skills :p I was kinda happy because he wanted his mum to make me his permanent everything tutor haha. :D he likes me! Yayayayayayay. Even though I'm strict, I guess he laughs a lot, so that's ok.
A deal we made is that when he writes a short story with stimulus, I have to write one too. I don't mind, because we have very different ideas and writing styles, so he can learn from mine.
But today I actually really liked what I wrote, so with some extra polishing and a bit more writing (they only get 20 minutes to write their short story! It's so fast! I struggle to complete anything because I'm used to double the time haha... Stupid HSC)
The stimulus I gave him was a picture of an old wooden box with gold lettering that read "do not open." I told him that the character disobeys and he has to write about what happens. He was pretty excited haha.
He writes well, with great ideas. But his writing is a bit basic and lacks good grammatical structure. I helped him structure his writing better already, so now it has a clear plot line. But now I need to help him be above acceptable. He needs to be brilliant >:3 (haha alysha's annoying English perfectionist streak returns! Although English is the only thing i did well in, apart from legal, so makes sense I guess.)
Anyway his mum has noted clear improvement, so she wants me to come more haha. On boxing day! Right after Christmas! As the day after! Shes kinda sad I'm going overseas for 3 weeks, because I can't work with him haha. But I'm so excited! Yayayayayayay overseas!
I'm ranting.
Anyway you don't have to read the next part, because I've probably lost ability to write over the non-HSC-period. Though I did nano. But that wasn't very good. I suppose this isn't very good either... More writing may come up, seeing as I have to write every time he does haha...
Alysha rant writing Yayayayayayay! Or not... haha :3
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Humans can never obey orders.
It's in our nature.
We can't help it.
A part of us wants to rebel. To break free of obligations and rules. To go wherever we want. To do whatever we want. Regardless of what other people say.
A park bench is infinitely more interesting when it is labelled 'wet paint.' You always have a compulsive desire to touch it, confirm that it is, indeed, wet paint, and that you should, indeed, not touch it.
People always want to do the opposite of what they are told.
So when a mysterious package that was simply labelled 'do not open' appeared on the doorstep of young Sally Nightingale, what else was she to do?
Naturally, she was fulled with an immediate and pressing need to open the box and discover it's contents.
However, this was a difficult task. The box was fairly small, but it was a heavy box of beaten metal that shone with a dull silver light. There was a lid and a hinge, but no latch.
Sally had a frustrating time trying to open it. There didn't appear to be a seal, yet the box remained firmly shut. There were no buttons on it's side, and even after shaking it, the box did not budge.
Just when she began to lose hope and start feeling depressed, the lid made a small clicking noise. It had opened by itself. (Perhaps the box was sentient.)
The object that was hidden inside was odd.
Her initial reaction was one of awe. Her second was deep concern, and her third was downright fear.
The small peak inside that Sally exposed herself to when the box opened slightly, enough for the lid to be ajar, was a vision of light. A warm, yellow light that seemed to hum with with energy and reminded her of sunlight breaking through clouds after a storm.
With a trembling hand, Sally raised the lid a centimetre higher.
Instantly, she was hit with a giddy sensation of ecstasy. It reminded her of her 4th birthday, the last birthday her entire family was together, the day at the beach when she was 16 and carefree, her first kiss in the pouring rain with a guy she thought she was destined to be with, and numerous days where she could sit back and just sleep, all rolled into one second of feeling.
She collapsed, her chest heaving, gasping for air. The pure emotions swirling inside her, powerful shots of memories, mixed with warm bubbles of joy. It shot through her brain like champagne, and left her feeling warm and happy.
She wasn't quite sure what is the box, but she knew it was something strong. Amazingly strong, bringing her memories out like that.
And then she stopped, concerned. What if it was some kind of wonderdrug, trying to capture a new victim that would pay excessive amounts for their next hit?
If it was a drug, she had a responsibility to hand the box to the police.
She swallowed her concern and pushed open the lid all the way.
It felt as if she was floating on cold fire. Head thrown back, she shrieked with joy and the rush she was experiencing, the pure exhilaration.
And then the lid snapped shut, and she lay on the ground, breathless with fear and wonder.
The box seemed to be full of something strange. An energy source? A drug?
She wondered how it came to her.
But what it was, she was certain of it.
Inside the box, was pure happiness.
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