Woe is me, 3-period GP!

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Once upon a time there was a pale school with red shutters situated just before the sandy reclaimed coast of a tiny red dot. This pale school had a few computer labs, some of which-or most of which-were used for lessons. And on a day with cloudy skies and absent sun rays, a hot, humid (as it always is) day on this little island, 20 students were having lessons. The narrator tries out ebuddy.net to no avail, probably since the person she is trying to talk to is ‘busy’. Ah, well, la, la, la.

In other news today is a pretty special day. I wonder if she felt as flustered as I did last week, but today is more special than last week, and today she will feel much happier on attaining the license to party. Because really, isn’t that what being 18 is all about? At 16, you’re only legal. At 18, you’re licensed. Well, technically they’re both the same but you know, they’re different too.

This group of 20 people are really pretty pleasant, butm ore often than not their failure to prioritise and think sensibly about practical issues is exacerbated by tutors which have lacklustre attitudes and styles, who have better fashion sense than their ability to get through to me, their responsibility, and student.

And that, my friends, that’s really saying quite a lot.

it's 12:31 pm now