c'est la vie...

I thought I might start with a poem I saw in the office where Mum works occasionally>

Sometimes you cry and noone will see your tears.
Sometimes when you're worried, noone will see your pain.
Sometimes when you're happy, noone will see your smile.
But fart just once...

It made me laugh.

So today was pretty okay, I guess. Double Maths was alright, we got to work at our own pace and do what we could, instead of going through two or three topics in one lesson. It was nice to do just one in a double. Then we had double CAFs where we had to do more notes on Resource Management. Everyone has been rushing to try and get all of that done so that we can watch Cheaper By the Dozen on Friday. English was good. I got a start on my narrative, which I now 907 words out of a possible 2000. Ans I'm not even half way through it yet. SOR was boring. We had to research a famous person who has done something in the world.

With the information we got from our research we had to put it into an interview. Part of Isaacs was:
"What is your most interesting story?"
"Well that's an interesting story. I shot an infedel in the face, and blood spattered all over my wifes new burka that I bought for her."

Dyl and I were in hysterics, Mrs Harold-Carter didn't think it was to funny.

WOOO! I'm heaading to Wagga on Friday arvo. Getting keen. Going up for the Relay For Life. My second. I had an absolute ball last time I did it and am pretty keen to do it with the Wagga crew.

I'm getting keen to move actually. Should be good. Except that Mum won't decide on a freakin house already. Pretty sure we might end up at Rosedale. And NO BRADY AND JOHN YOU CAN NOT BLOW UP MY MAILBOX!!

This is some of my English Narrative:

"As the men continued marching, my son turned to glance at me our final goodbye. Tears in his fearful eyes screamed for me. They beckoned me, pleading for me to come to his rescue and save him from his fate unknown. My son turned again and marched with his new comrades, down the dusty roads that would lead to the airport that would take them to the glorious city of Beijing. My heart stopped and I kept silent as the other ladies, mothers, wives, fiancée’s, partners, daughters and aunties stood and wept, announcing their everlasting love for the families they fare welled. The dust that their boots kicked up covered and erased the men from the lives of the women they left behind."

Love,
Me x