And I do apologise.
My first year of VCE is proving to be hell. For any followers not from Victoria, VCE stands for Victorian Certificate of Education, and it runs for the last two years of ones secondary schooling. In a nutshell, everything before VCE was absolutely useless and meaningless and even year 11 is just preparation for year 12- the do or die stage. Year 12 and your performance throughout it has the potential to dictate your future and your career.
Actually no, that's a little far-fetched. But if you totally disregard the importance of study and self-motivation, you could very well find yourself with limited opportunities.
Well that's what's been drilled into me since I was about twelve anyway. I could be wrong, but the adults around me have absolutely scared me senseless, and so I refuse to slack off over the next two years; thus being the reason I have no time to blog
And that was one pointless rambling for you. You're welcome.
The only reason I'm blogging now is because I'm sick and it hurts to do anything else. Not only do I have a cold which has plagued me for the past three days, but I also have some bizzarre kind of stomach pain that comes and goes in waves. I feel like one of my internal organs might be at the point of blowing up, and then occasionally the pain travels down and I feel as if my ovaries are knotting themselves. Sometimes it gets so painful that I cant move, but at the moment I'm well enough to sit with my laptop and blog.
But the pain is kicking in again.
So before I leave to possibly dose myself up on more painkillers and try to sleep the hurty-ness away, I'll apologize once more for abandoning Jack's House and anyone following. I promise to make more time over the upcoming Easter break.
Much love,
Anoosha.
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