The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

I spent the whole of today cleaning up my study table. I've been putting it off for the past 2 years, justifying myself by saying it was an organized mess. Finally, with a year's worth of nagging in my ears, I set myself to it. It shouldn't be too hard, right? It's just a table. Start at one end, and you will finish in no time. Yeah, right. It was only when I started did I realized what a messy, disorganized person I am. So much for"Organized mess". It was time for Operation Bulldozer. I can't believe that I've been studying with an inch of dust around me for the whole year! I finished with dust covering me from head to toe, and sneezing so badly that my mom thought I had a cold. But ol ' Messy the Parasite has been terminated. At least from my table. There's still the box underneath my table, and all the shelves, and my room.... Anyway, while I was sorting out all the trash I've been collecting, I found all my unfinished stories and po

EXAMS ARE OVER!! I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH PRECIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, don't you DARE start on how I should ready myself for SPM. I want to enjoy myself for at least a MONTH. The battle's been won, the war over, the enemy defeated, the dragon slain, the fellowship reunited, the princess awakened, the treasure found, the king is crowned, the party begins!! Anyway, there were a few quotes and passages that flew through my mind when I handed up my last paper of the year, and here they are.. And now I don't care even if my tea leaves spell die Ron die, I'm just chucking them into the bin where they belong. Ron Weasly concerning his Divination exam in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix "I know I messed up Ancient Runes, " muttered Hermione feverishly, "I definitely made one serious mistranslation. and the Defence Against the Dark Arts practical was no good at all. I thought Transfiguration went all right at the time, but looking

This is what I wrote for my English exam-have fun! English essay -Finals Question (b) – School life is full of fun. Do you agree? 6.00 a.m. My alarm clock rang. I let out a moan, and pushed the accursed thing off my bedside table. It fell on the floor with a crash loud enough to wake the dead, but I went back to Dreamland. 6.30 a.m. Woke up to my mother’s insistent shaking. Thought there was an earthquake and yelled. Glanced at the somewhat broken alarm clock and screamed. I-AM-LATE!!! 7.01 a.m. Flew to school faster than the fastest jet in the world. Was late to report for prefect duty by one stinking minute. Drat. Mr. Head Prefect was in the prefect room and he raised his eyebrows at my entrance. Double drat. I couldn’t give him an excuse because I was panting hard and even if I wasn’t I had no excuse anyway. So I nodded and dashed off to my classroom. 7.15 a.m. I told a girl off for not pinning up her hair and she gave me a glare that made my insides churn. I held my ground, or at l