Social Studies

The paper went FAR BETTER than I could possibly have hoped for. I'm fairly sure I'll pass. Even if I don't, it's nothing worse than what I would have thought last time.

Anyway I added a new section below my tagboard.

Disclaimer

I thought it time to add a disclaimer all the way at the bottom of the page. You can read it here.

And I advise you to, since down there it's so small it really hurts your eyes.

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Yes, it was made hard to read for a reason. In the sense that it's legal gibberish, or legalese, and also in the sense that it is hell of a lot smaller than people (normal people anyway) can read.

It is also a humorous ploy that leaves me an out.

Corporate Idiocy

Well, sometimes I wonder if professionalism goes too far.

Here's a quick outline of a situation.

If I were to put 50 1-cent coins into a (presumably) weightless envelope, and send it to a reputable credit card company, the weight of the coins would increase the postage costs.

Assuming these costs are charged to the credit company, they would then write back complaining about it, and demanding money back.

You make a ruckus out of the whole thing, yelling at their customer service, demanding your money back, banging the table (figuratively, and if you ARE good, clever, obnoxious and headstrong enough...


Several days later, you will, in your hands, hold a paper cheque mailed to you by the credit card company, that when cashed, will add to the value of your bank account by precisely fifty cents.

Exams

Not updated in a long time. And no, this isn't really an update. It's a last-ditch attempt to keep myself awake. Before I sleep. Contradictory, no?

Anyway. Exams, exams, exams. What to say...

Let's see about the various subjects we have, shall we...

English
A-Maths
E-Maths
Physics
Chemistry
Literature
Mother Tongue
Combined Humanities

And let's see how I think I'll do for them. Pre-exam analysis.

English. Not so much of a problem here. I think I will be able to ace the compositions, though the comprehension = fail. And no, I don't literally mean "fail". I just mean that I may well do average or below that for it.

A-Maths. Kaboom. Fail. Or the more extreme version of the word. PH@1L.

E-Maths. An A2 or B3, given that I haven't been paying attention in class.

Physics. I think I can get an A2 for it. Fairly confident about this one. Otherwise. PH@1L.

Chemistry. Maybe a B3 or above. Also feel relatively confident.

(above two may be inaccurate because of practical. I always end up getting some nasty black sticky un-cleanable substance when I should get a clear solution for Chemistry)

Literature. B3. No questions asked. Or wait. Maybe a question. I may get a B4. For some reason I suck at Literature.

Mother Tongue. 'tis a C5 or C6 I believe, according to past experience.

Combined Humanities. NOOOOOOOO SAVE ME! I REALLY WILL PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L PH@1L! I don't feel like putting the F9 here, but it seems it MUST be placed here.

Let's see..

My average L1R5 for this Mid-Year probably will go about 12 or so. Depends on the A-Maths. If I score for it...

Damn. Now I'm in deep shit.

I need a hug.