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Author
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Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
There were some kids running around in our neighbourhood trick-or-treating, and my mum gave them candy while Maisy barked at them. HAHA.
I wish I could go trick-or-treating :(. Except I'm too old, and that I already consume too much sugar. And that I have a whole deluge of tests to study for.
Bah. I'm so tired.
And I screwed up physics today, and hist yesterday. And, of course, piano on monday.
And there's geom and trig tmr, both a test and an ass(ignment) due, and the music festival. Which Gaby told me is just like an 'exam', except I'm playing just 1 piece. Which kind of sucks, because I'm so sick to death of tests/exams.
There's a chem test on Fri too. I'm just wondering how I'll get the time to study for that. *sigh*
Can't wait for the weekend. When I have to start exam revision. Oh joy.
8:25 PM