OMG HOLIDAYSSS

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
the sigh of freedom/relaxation/contemplation/happiness/calmness/zen/peace/emancipation/constipation
AHEM
You get the point.
So now it's summer holidays, (yay!) which only came after:
fourteen exams
a year at school
a year of waking up at seven
a year of wearing my amish pre-eighteenth century uniform
a year of pointless accounting classes in which Sarah decided to shave off her skin using her scissors
ten days in the bush wiping my ass with a leaf
three or four compolsary events that were not attended
a year of watching Katherine be creepy with Mr Gill
a year of putting up with a certain math's teacher's PMS-ing
a term of lawn bowls
a year begging for curry in indonesian
ten minutes of being yelled at by mrs shotch for calling Ashton a ranga
ten minutes of cleaning my mouldy/infested/biohazardous locker
a year of buying nestea/lipton/springvalley tea to get me through my classes
a year of stealing food off poor unsuspecting Chanelle
a year of making things awkward
a year of putting up with Ms Cheng's useless emails filling up my inbox.
ten minutes of being yelled at by the IT guys for disrupting their recess
a bruise on the head from emma's attempted rape
a year of awkward ranga/indian/asian/slut jokes that probably were not funny.

Now, I say bring on year twelve.
LOL JKS After a year like that I'm dropping school and becoming a prostitute.
See you around.