At precisely 2:16pm today, I officially finished the last* of my GCSE exams.
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 courseworkNo more deadlinesNo more examsNo more melting of the brainNo more formulaeNo more bloody poemsNo more perverted ICT teachersNo more working late at night until your hands shake and your eyes bleedNo more source referencesNo more textbooksNo more notesNo more 'Further' anytthingNo more
Hot and fattening. Nothing new, really. Had too much food. Too much Baijiu. Btw, I'm bringing Baijiu back for Pope, so we're going to celebrate when I get back.
And I quote: "I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC."