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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
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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.
I think I might just do history next year, given how I'm almost guaranteed a good mark in it, unlike piano.
Which I do dismally in.
Got my results back. Gaby smsed me at about midnight last night, though I didn't see it till this morning. Got 115/150. At least I improved by 1 mark from last year *snorts*. She said that sight-reading and aurals claimed most of the marks, though she hasn't replied my sms asking for the breakdown of marks.
Ah well. Why try to be something I'm not? Might as well go with the flow and take something I'll do well in. For once. Instead of trying to be someone I'm not.
Lit, needless to say, was horrible today. I have a horrible feeling that I went out of point for all the essays, especially the ones on prose fiction and drama. *sigh*
I need to go study for maths, and actually start chem.
5:48 PM