Basket.

Change. Yay, how fun. Our education system cointues to undergo great, big transformations. Now they want to start JC 1 after the O-Level results come out. Single intake. Three terms a year, and a 14-week term? That has got to fucking hurt. So lucky we are over it, and for once do not have to be fat little guinea-piggy lambs to the slaughter. We, of course, also earlier escaped the new A-Level syllabus, which, whatever anyone has to say, is a horrible idea. We are so going to murder our young with all this. Hopefully by then I will be watching with a rather unconcerned eye from, quite literally, afar.

But let us move back into the real world. Ok, essay due. Why don't I feel like doing it? Ooops, actually I never do. The real question is, why didn't I force myself this time? Well, willpower failed I guess.

Damn History of RJ. It is finally done, and I don't care how it sucks. The RJC Archives from now on is going to turn down every single request of help from anyone and everyone, no exceptions. The Almighty could order us with his full persuasive reverie of thunder and eternal damnation and we wouldn't budge. Only he would probably be understanding enough to know how much work we have already, unlike certain mortal personalities.

Bah, well. Sunday morning. Where do the weekends go?