So that’s it then, officially. Secondary school is over. Today was the final day for year 13. I can’t say I’ve been much overcome by it, at least, not in any vocal or particularly visible way. I suspect that my muddy mood over the past two days was due to that and the exam stresses, although I feel a lot better since I’ve written in Lianne’s journal last night.
In any case, we had the leaver’s assembly earlier today, in which Dave and I *finally* got our legitimate business language Japanese certificates. I say legitimate because there was some screw-up with the marking and everybody passed fully anyway, but Dave and I really did pull a lucky shot and get all four modules properly. I seem to remember it was a question in the fourth module, where you had to ask what forms of currency you could use to pay, but we hadn’t been taught that, so we improvised and asked about each individual method of paying instead. Ingenuity must have worked in that case ^_^. I hope the GCSE class does well in the upcoming Japanese exams now though. It’s gonna take a lot more than a lucky sentence to ace these ones, especially the written exam. It’s stupendously difficult, and I’m hoping to carry this language on at University… o.O;
There was a small gathering in the common room afterwards (which looked notably tidier on this one occasion than the usual trash heap it is) where people said goodbyes/made plans to go to the pub straight afterwards. I needed to type up my speech for the MYP (Medway Youth Parliament) conference this evening so I ended up staying a full school day as usual anyway. I don’t particularly like pub atmospheres anyway… I can’t stand the smoke, which is mainly what it is. Oh, and I don’t drink.
Hmmm… I’m rather more forthcoming than usual today. That probably helped in the Parliament meeting earlier (held in the Gillingham Council Chambers with none other than the worshipful Mayor of Medway herself there). I think my speech on suggestions to ‘diffuse the obesity time bomb’, as the discussion was headed, went reasonably well – a minimal of stuttering and awkward pauses that occur when you suddenly realise your notes don’t make sense. The feeling mixed of the room’s dead disappointment and embarrassment seems to sink through your head while you frantically scramble to make head or tail of your notes. I find it even worse watching other people go through this. I make some futile telepathic attempt to console and advise them as they go through it o.O;;
In any case, I’ve finished downloading Battle Angel Alita to watch as soon as a free moment arises now, so I might get an earlier bed tonight. Work tomorrow, followed by ample amounts of Mechanics 1 revision. I hope it’s the 3rd time lucky scenario for this blasted re-take 0.0;