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Surprisingly, I have had ALL of my exams results back so far. That's six subjects and 20 standards (tests). I was pleased with History, not pleased with Spanish, surprised with Physics, accepting of Chemistry, averagely pleased with English and accepting of Maths. I definitely did not do as well as last year! But then again, I'm doing work that is a year ahead, and Level 2 is *supposed* to be a big step up from Level 1 (it sure is for me!!!). Not to mention the fact that I did half as much studying for 3 times the workload. I still did quite a few hours of studying though... I really badly want to do well in Externals so I have started studying already (they are in November). My goal is so get 100% on (some) my maths papers (the way the tests are set out means that getting 100% is rare. NCEA is quite different.) I don't know if that's going to happen though!

Today was my flute exam and I did average. I hate nerves! I seriously played the pieces 10x worse than when I practice at home. It annoys me so much! And on my scales I basically false started on half of them so it will be interesting to see what I got for them. I can play them fine at home. It is so annoying! And the pieces, they're not even hard because I've practiced them so much, although they're Grade 7, and I go over the hard bits 10x each time I practice and spend 1/2 an hour on scales... Nervousness is so frustrating! And what makes it more frustrating was that I couldn't go on a school trip because of the exam. And 8 hours on a bus with fun people is amazing... (mind you, I had already been on a pretty good bus ride this year . . .)

The most EMBARRASSING thing happened in tutor group on Wednesday! (Tutor group is about 1/2 an hour in a day which you spend in a classroom doing nothing apart from 'administration' or homework, or talking, and you are in it with people from your year level. Your 'group leaders' might organise a pizza lunch or something. And your tutor teacher just talks to you and you can talk about problems (and good things) at school.) 

But my tutor class is different from other tutor groups. Unlike other tutor groups, we have been in the same tutor class for two years, because of the accelerate class, so we know each other pretty well. There are definite cliques - the 'weird' group, 'populars', 'sort of goody-goods but not', that sort of thing, but we are all friends. It's so cool. This year the only class we have together is English. Last year we had all 4 classes together.

So anyways, the teacher in charge of the 'Eagles' project (basically the accelerate classes) came to talk to the class about next year. *Gasp* I'm not going to be here next year! She wanted to get our opinions on whether we wanted to stay together as a tutor group or be spread out with all the other year 12 classes. Of course, we want to stay as a tutor group! So my friend and I turned around to discuss this with two more of our friends, I all this time I was thinking "I'm not going to be here next year" and then I did what I never thought I'd do until the end of the year - - that's right, I started crying. I was sooo embarrassed because I'm not a crier, and it was a weird thing to get all teary about! I was half laughing, but tears were coming out of my eyes (I wasn't sobbing or anything, thank goodness!) And the girls were like 'aaawww' and I was trying to stop! Man it was embarrassing! And then they said about having a 'tutor group party' (eg when everyone brings a plate of food) next term to farewell me and I was just thinking how nice everyone is. Luckily I'm coming back for my final year of school after 

And then my tutor teacher came up to me after the bell went while I was talking to my friends, and she had guessed why I had gone all teary eyed, and was saying about me sending postcards, and I was thinking "I don't want to think about this now! It's toooooo soon!" (but it was nice all the same.)

Yesterday I got a haircut! I have been trying to find a good 'before' photo with me looking horrible but all I could find was one with squinty eyes - Mum has this thing about us looking into the sun for photos... I don't know why!  I was talking to my hairdresser about Chile and it turns out his uncle is Mexican. He spoke Spanish to me and I even half-guessed it wasn't 'Spain Spanish'. But unfortunately I didn't know what he said. . . 

So that's me for now 

¡Hasta luego!