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Lit exams are not fun. 50s shoes, however, are.

WobblyStilettos

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Ugh. The questions in the exam were horrible. 'How did the author create atmosphere and mood' was the first question on both texts, and as I couldn't see any atmosphere or mood in the extracts they had given us but I could see tension I just wrote 'he created an atmosphere of tension by...' I hope that counts :D Oh, and in the unseen poem bit I couldn't work out how to spell onomatopoeia so I made several attempts, crossed them out then just spelt it onomatapia and wrote '(you know what I mean)' :D I think I wrote about eight pages all in all, and my hand REALLY hurts xD

SB was in a bit of a mood with me and SP I think, not that I had much chance to talk to her, and I'm a bit confused about why she is in a mood with us instead of the other way round. She (well, her mum) was meant to be giving us a lift in this morning, and picking us again after the exam. Last night SP tried to get in contact with her to make sure that was still happening but she wasn't answering the phone or emails or texts etc so I had to, at the last minute, get my mum to take us in and asked her to pick us up again. It turned out that SB got a lift with LB instead that morning. Fine, a bit annoying, but no harm done right? Wrong. Oh-so wrong. Our conversation on the way to the exam hall went something along the lines of:
SB: So, you two can have a lift with me back in LBs car
Me: Nah, my mum's picking us up, don't want to just go off with someone else
SB: -Grumpily- fine then. -Evil glare-
Me: Well, why would I get a lift with you when I've got one sorted?
SB: Fine you can f-ing stay f-ing here then I don't f-ing care
Me: Why the f- would I be f-ing staying here when I've got a f-ing lift?
SB: I don't give a f-!
Me: Neither do I!
SB: Fine then! SP-
Me: -has got a lift with me.
Both of us: -general evil glaring-

Yes, yes that is how we normally talk to eachother. It's a love/hate relationship. Kinda tiring, but at the same time sorta fun until one of us gets seriously pissed off. Luckily for me, she thinks she's really good at proper arguments but I tend to completely pwn her. I'm sure we'll be friendishs again tomorrow xD

I bought some vintage 50s shoes today to go with my leavers day outfit :) I think we all forgot to enter the fancydress comp which is a shame because I think 50s dolls would have stood a good chance at winning :) I might post a pic at some point :D
 
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