Yeah. So anyway, two geniuses scheduled a consultation with ms j. One fell sick (ha, bet she was just lazy) and the other one claimed she lived too far away (ha, bet she was just lazy too) and asked me to fill in for them. Lucky for them I had just showered and changed to go to the library. Blah.

Bumped into the maths teacher. I was hoping he wouldn't see me, because I thought he'd be angry or something that I skipped the mock exam and all the extra lessons, but he was his usual gay self and cheerfully told me he was very worried about me, cheerfully requested to meet me after the geography thing, and cheerfully... left.

So anyway, ms j seems to think I can get at least a b, and likely an a. If I work hard. Ha, I don't want to know what she'll say if she finds out what I've really been doing these past few days. Weeks. The maths teacher, too, thinks I can get at least a b, since he's very sure I've been working very hard too. Oh well. I didn't say much. Don't want to spoil their perception of me.
=)

Now I have to find another day to go to the library. Darn. The sciam magazines are hopelessly overdue. As are a number of books.