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Tears of the Forgotten

August 21, 2009 at 11:04 pm (Me)

The title is just a little think I came up with thinking of 09v11. Make what you will of it. It’ll be fun trying to decipher it. I promise.

So yea, another busy week. Another normal week in post-Review Test IP. Things look different now. The once, fairly laid back lifestlye I had here took a sharp turn into Hell Avenue and well, from this end on, there’ s only two roads left: The road that makes a U-Turn back into IP2 Street or the road that leads me straight out. Straight out of what? The IP Programe of course. That threat now seems more real than ever. This could be it. If I don’t get shit in order, this probably will be my last tour of duty here.

Got a letter the other day. A letter from school. A letter with all my Review Test marks. In a nice table. With a nice statement below it.

“Your child’s performance is below satisfactory”

Yea, the guns have already been pointed at my head. My next move determines whether they pull the trigger or let me walk away, live to fight another day.

Oh well, bummer huh?

Anyway, the continous shit pile of homework, assignments, projects, etc etc is accumulating in shit content. More accurately, I would describe what’s happening now as being hosed down by a faeces cannon. I guess, what I’m trying to say is…

Shit.

I mean, seriously. Its getting crazy here. We have 2 projects plus various other stuff due with much more just passing behind us, and coming ahead. Which brings me to a problem I am having: My LA Group.

You know, I usually don’t care about who’s in my group. And therefore, this time, I kept quiet and let things happen as it happened. But, who knew, it would end up like this.

My LA Group: Myself, Clara, Amanda, Roy and April.

I don’t mind Clara. I feel like I can work with her. But, nothing against the Scholars, but I just can’t work properly with any of them. And well… I don’t know. I feel bad saying this but…argh. Forget it.

I shed the tears of the forgotten; of the fallen.