So I recently read 's journal about him finishing his exams. The git. As I type this tripe (see what I did there?) I have one final History examination in five hours, and eighteen minutes. Oh, make that seventeen. Anywho, I'd like to reflect on not just the exams, but my years in Upper School as a whole.

>The Prom. The prom was fucking brilliant. So glad I went to it, and here's hoping the next one's still on in Sixth Form. You know there's everything good and kind in the air when you're all in the limo at about 0:00 singing Queen. Magic. And for those who enjoyed the Peter Winter freestyling that night, get ready for another show on results day.

>Adolescent Inebriation. Got some mixed opinions about this one. Fun as it is, it comes with repercussions. Not very fun repercussions, but it was an experience. For those budding alkies out there, I'll warn you: stand up when they tell you. You'll know why.

>The Wii. Ok, I know this has nothing to do with School, but playing it between exams officially gave me the realisation that Nintendo despises me with every fibre of it's being.

Bah, I can never be bothered with long posts. I'll update with the cons of Upper School. Toodles.