I really have nothing to write about save my academic life, which has pretty much been my entire life lately. The Spanish exam is over and done with, and I've managed to delude myself into believing I can understand the language somewhat. I won't know for sure till the IB results are posted in July, but it seems a nice thing to believe in. Also, my grades seem to have gone haywire. English has gone from a 97 to a 90. Trig's gone from an 89 to an 84. Algebra III's gone from, er, a 75 to a 99. Don't know how that happened. TOK was nice today. We did absolutely nothing, not that this is out of the ordinary. Most of the class was off taking IB math exams so the few of us that were left puttered around with magnetic poetry and watched Amadeus (snitched from the music wing). Let it be known that whoever thought of manufacturing prom-themed magnets was a bit short-sighted. There's only so much to be done with words like "promise," "rocks," and "class." The best sentence we were able to turn out was "See Mom go," and that was only because Lexine turned "wow" upside down.

At any rate, I am indeed alive and shall remain so at least until my last exam on Tuesday. And I really don't have anything to write. I should probably stop then.

Adieu.