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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.
Remember how I mentioned in the last post I got a merit award for the fluke of a maths comp?
Apparently there're less than 50 entries in the whole of Aussieland that get either a prize/merit.
Holy f*ck.
Considering the number of entries that are sent in, I'm seriously flabbergasted. My crappy little entry got a merit award?
*faints*
A good point about this is that I don't have to give a speech. Wahahaha. I can tell Gaby that. She's been asking me practically every piano lesson when I was going to make another speech, and I can now tell her NEVER. Wahahaha.
I'm still really shocked though. Maybe it was a typo/the judges forgot their glasses. Bah.
And I need to go study. My exams are in ONE WEEK. Crap.
3:33 PM