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croissantkatieJanuary exam seasons has officially started. Hooray!
I have done two out of the six I am sitting, am fractionally less exhausted than I was last week and think I might actually know some maths. Maybe. I am planning on doing lots of revision during my Critical Thinking lesson tomorrow. Critical Thinking is perfect for revising maths with my friend Ruth! What is slightly worrying is that, even when talking about binomials and writing equations all over our hands (cue many poor jokes about "knowing it like the back of our hands"), we are still the least disruptive in the class. Everyone is just taking it to fill up their time table. It doesn't help that our teacher doesn't seem to care about our maths revision. I'm not entirely sure she's even noticed we're doing it. And we sit right at the front! It's ridiculous. After doing that for two weeks, we didn't think we could reach any new heights of geekiness. And then we rushed to the library at the end of lunch to get a table. I just hope all this productivity pays off!
I also had a meeting today about how to get more people to come to early modern history fictional book group (it's such a snappy title!). Our main problem is that, even with the promise of baked goods, the only people who turned up were me and the other guy running it, and two of our friends we'd cornered in corridors and at lunch. Current plan of attack: skip the long book, read the next (shorter!) one, promise even more baked foods, get our own email address and make giant posters. Also in an effort to attract people with the pretty, we're going to put on random episodes of the Tudors in between books. I have never seen it, but various history friends said it was hilarious. That and see who else we can guilt into coming. We may actually succeed at this now that my entire history class have tasted the wonder that is Alex's brownies. There is hope yet for us in the battle of the history book groups!
Now I am very tired and it's at times like this I wish I could nap when I wasn't ill. Ah well.
I have done two out of the six I am sitting, am fractionally less exhausted than I was last week and think I might actually know some maths. Maybe. I am planning on doing lots of revision during my Critical Thinking lesson tomorrow. Critical Thinking is perfect for revising maths with my friend Ruth! What is slightly worrying is that, even when talking about binomials and writing equations all over our hands (cue many poor jokes about "knowing it like the back of our hands"), we are still the least disruptive in the class. Everyone is just taking it to fill up their time table. It doesn't help that our teacher doesn't seem to care about our maths revision. I'm not entirely sure she's even noticed we're doing it. And we sit right at the front! It's ridiculous. After doing that for two weeks, we didn't think we could reach any new heights of geekiness. And then we rushed to the library at the end of lunch to get a table. I just hope all this productivity pays off!
I also had a meeting today about how to get more people to come to early modern history fictional book group (it's such a snappy title!). Our main problem is that, even with the promise of baked goods, the only people who turned up were me and the other guy running it, and two of our friends we'd cornered in corridors and at lunch. Current plan of attack: skip the long book, read the next (shorter!) one, promise even more baked foods, get our own email address and make giant posters. Also in an effort to attract people with the pretty, we're going to put on random episodes of the Tudors in between books. I have never seen it, but various history friends said it was hilarious. That and see who else we can guilt into coming. We may actually succeed at this now that my entire history class have tasted the wonder that is Alex's brownies. There is hope yet for us in the battle of the history book groups!
Now I am very tired and it's at times like this I wish I could nap when I wasn't ill. Ah well.
