And I do believe I rocked them.
LIKE A HURRICANE.
Yep. That's it. Completely finished. All gone. GCSEs are over and done with. I can finally kick back and relax with about 10kg of Haribo and maybe a gallon of Pepsi. It's all done. I'm finally freeeeee.
This means:
- No more coursework
- No more deadlines
- No more exams
- No more melting of the brain
- No more formulae
- No more bloody poems
- No more perverted ICT teachers
- No more working late at night until your hands shake and your eyes bleed
- No more source references
- No more textbooks
- No more notes
- No more 'Further' anytthing
- No more modules
- No more Yr 7's
- No more prison-grade school canteen
- No more staples
- No more uniform
- No more dragging yourself up early in the morning
- No more swearing at the top of your voice when the school network decides to shut itself down in the middle of an essay
- No more frantically giving up lunchtimes and breaks to finish coursework only to lose it again the next week
- No more timetables
- No more presentations
- No more classroom cleaning fluid smell
- No more pushing one-way doors the wrong way
- No more dodgy plastic chairs
- No more dodgy plastic tables
- No more dodgy plastic
- No more ambiguous mark schemes
- No more ear-splitting devil-woman Art teacher
- No more school shoes
- No more tie
- No more stationary
- No more flow charts
- No more spider diagrams
- No more bland colours
- No more falling asleep during Geography
- No more phallic images scrawled on walls
- No more of that weird, white polystyrene-like substance that make up the ceilings
- No more death threats against teachers
- No more death threats against students
- No more droning voices
- No more high, piercing voices
- No more French
- No more French
- No more French
- No more conjugated verbs
- No more iambic pentameters
- No more homework 'left at home'
- No more writing answers on shirts before exams
- No more panicking
- No more frantically copying homework answers the break before the lesson
- No more ugly kids
- No more pop-quizzes
- No more inhaling plastic fumes
- No more dropkicks
- No more crowded corridors
- No more chucking calculators across the room
- No more bitching
- No more work
- No more school.
At least until 6th Form, that is.
And in way of celebration of having smoked the GCSEs, we're all off to Alton Towers on Friday. Whoop!
Peace out.
Leon
*(Last exam excluding the Biology resit I accidentally applied for.












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Ad astra per alia porci.
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why d'you skive off Friday?
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Ad astra per alia porci.
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"Suicide Hotline - Please Hold."
hehe explode
two warnings: IT Coursework due 20th March; DT Coursework due 27th March ('cept evaluation)
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Ad astra per alia porci.
~ John Steinbeck
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i draw there for i am. i game there for i live. i sleep for i lazy.
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"Suicide Hotline - Please Hold."
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i draw there for i am. i game there for i live. i sleep for i lazy.
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"Suicide Hotline - Please Hold."
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i draw there for i am. i game there for i live. i sleep for i lazy.
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