Christmas is Coming
Still not much closer to finding Christmas presents for my cousins. Narrowed it down a bit, I suppose, but considering that my sister has managed to acquire what seems to be several dozen presents for her friends in a matter of days, I'm having a surprising amount of trouble choosing something.
I think I've managed to get most of my Maths homework out of the way over the course of the evening. There are still a couple of questions that I'm struggling with but I don't have Maths till Tuesday, so I can take some time tomorrow to ask either my teacher or a classmate for some extra help. Of course, half of them seemed not to know how to do it either, so that's okay then.
I've no idea why I'm finding all this stuff so hard – I look at it and I know that I should be able to do it, I just have trouble concentrating. I'm fairly lazy at the best of times, it just seems worse now. Maybe it's a combination of pressure from other subjects and the approach of the holidays making me want to either focus elsewhere or wind down a bit.
Which reminds me, tomorrow is the first day of the last week of the school term. My school gets early, and long, holidays, partly due to the fact that we don't take bank holidays and the like off during term time and partly just because... well, because it's a private school and there's nothing that says they can't. I guess.
The Christmas service is on Friday morning, after which we break up until sometime in early January. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go or not. The initial concern was that I'd have a hard time sitting on the pews, which aren't exactly designed for luxury, but I reckon I could probably handle them for a couple of hours. I may still have a problem getting from the hospital to school by the time the buses leave for the church, though.
As much as I dislike the long-winded church services and the religious attitude of the school in general, I would quite like to be able to go. It, along with the other term ending ceremonies, always provides a nice way to round things off and start the holidays, in my opinion.
Still, I'll just have to wait and see what happens and how I'm feeling on the day. Until then, provided I can make some progress with both my Advanced Higher projects, the remaining days until the end of term should be fairly relaxed and fun.
I suppose I probably ought to get off to bed now. Top Gear was on late tonight, so Erin and I watched it in my bedrom, and James in his, because our parents wanted to get to bed early because they've both been ill over the weekend. That's kind of thrown off my timing a bit, as has the fact that I was meant to be in bed immediately after it finished. Over an hour ago. Thus, I'm paranoid that every single little creak outside my door is someone coming to yell at me and threaten to switch off my computer because I'm not in bed.
The argument that, technically speaking, they aren't either, probably won't work, so I'm going to very quietly type this last sentence, put this online and then get some sleep.
I think I've managed to get most of my Maths homework out of the way over the course of the evening. There are still a couple of questions that I'm struggling with but I don't have Maths till Tuesday, so I can take some time tomorrow to ask either my teacher or a classmate for some extra help. Of course, half of them seemed not to know how to do it either, so that's okay then.
I've no idea why I'm finding all this stuff so hard – I look at it and I know that I should be able to do it, I just have trouble concentrating. I'm fairly lazy at the best of times, it just seems worse now. Maybe it's a combination of pressure from other subjects and the approach of the holidays making me want to either focus elsewhere or wind down a bit.
Which reminds me, tomorrow is the first day of the last week of the school term. My school gets early, and long, holidays, partly due to the fact that we don't take bank holidays and the like off during term time and partly just because... well, because it's a private school and there's nothing that says they can't. I guess.
The Christmas service is on Friday morning, after which we break up until sometime in early January. I'm not sure if I'll be able to go or not. The initial concern was that I'd have a hard time sitting on the pews, which aren't exactly designed for luxury, but I reckon I could probably handle them for a couple of hours. I may still have a problem getting from the hospital to school by the time the buses leave for the church, though.
As much as I dislike the long-winded church services and the religious attitude of the school in general, I would quite like to be able to go. It, along with the other term ending ceremonies, always provides a nice way to round things off and start the holidays, in my opinion.
Still, I'll just have to wait and see what happens and how I'm feeling on the day. Until then, provided I can make some progress with both my Advanced Higher projects, the remaining days until the end of term should be fairly relaxed and fun.
I suppose I probably ought to get off to bed now. Top Gear was on late tonight, so Erin and I watched it in my bedrom, and James in his, because our parents wanted to get to bed early because they've both been ill over the weekend. That's kind of thrown off my timing a bit, as has the fact that I was meant to be in bed immediately after it finished. Over an hour ago. Thus, I'm paranoid that every single little creak outside my door is someone coming to yell at me and threaten to switch off my computer because I'm not in bed.
The argument that, technically speaking, they aren't either, probably won't work, so I'm going to very quietly type this last sentence, put this online and then get some sleep.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
11:16 PM
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