"And no-one's gonna stop me now."
(Is that how the song goes? I quite forgot.)
(Is that how the song goes? I quite forgot.)
Just another Wednesday in my sad, boring, schizophrenic life. It started out a bit unusual though: I woke up at 11 o' clock. Wait what? 11 o' clock in the MORNING? Yes, really! Why is that so unusual? Well, it is because it's quite early in my "school's out"-days. I woke up so early because I wanted to play on my Xbox before having to go over at my friend's place to install his Xbox Live. I fired up Halo 3 and starting playing with my friend Austjavi. The games were okay I guess, but after three or four games, I started to lag like hell. I wasn't able to play Halo 3 properly any more, thus losing a couple of MLG games (like I give a shit anyway). After I started to get annoyed by my lag - and making my friend lose a couple of games - I turned off the Xbox 360 to see what was the matter. What turned out? My father was uploading about three gigs of athletics photos onto his site. After waiting for his pictures to have been uploaded, I fired up the game again and joined the same friend in some awkward infection type games. Honestly, at first I found it quite funny, but it really got on my nerves after awhile.
At quarter to 1 PM my friend came over to check whether I was still able to get his Xbox 360 Elite up or not and to get it connected with the internetz. Yesterday, he said he would come over at around 1 o' clock, so I was still in my yammies and told him not yet. I wanted to stay home for a bit more. I played two more matchmade games (without lag!) and set off for my friend's house down the street at about twenty past 1. Within minutes I set up his XBox 360 Elite and registered his account to XBox Live. My work there was done, but I stayed until 2 o' clock to download a crap load of updates, until I got kicked out of the house because he wanted to go shopping with his two friends.
Back at my place I fired up Halo 3 (again...) and played some matchmade games until my dad notified me that I still had to visit the City Office to return my passport request form and write down my autograph and stuff like that. On our way there, we discovered I didn't have a picture of me with me, so just as we arrived and got our number, I had to dash my way back to home (like... 2 minutes away - lol -) to get a picture. When walking up the stairs I heard laughter coming from upstairs, it was Baihui who was just ringing my doorbell to play some Halo 3 with me. I explained why I couldn't play Halo 3 at the moment and he randomly decided he would come along with me toward the City Office. Great fun. Apparently he was home alone and bored anyway.
While we got our number at about half past two, we were finally helped at three o' clock. While waiting I measured myself: 183 cm (that's not the size of my (e-)penis, I wish! It is in fact how tall I am!). Because I was wearing pretty high sandals, I took off 2 cm, resulting in me being 181 cm tall... I've grown since the previous time I was at the City Office, because on my ID it says I'm 178 cm. Anyway - we got served and were back at my crib at around half past three, where I realised it was July first. Wednesday! Meaning I could call up school to get my chemistry retake grade!
After letting my dad look up the number of school - I dialled it and got the receptionist of 't Zaanlands on the phone. I explained her why I called and she looked up my grade. With a voice full of ease she calmly said I had an 8,4. I was a bit stunned... Enthousiasticly I yelled "an 8,4?? REALLY?" She remained calm and said "Yeah - I'm not pulling your leg". I was still flabbergasted. It was EXACTLY what I needed for an 8 on my diploma.
Thankfully I put the phone down and started playing Halo 3 with my friend. I knew I did the chemistry retake well, but seriously... I only had an 8,4 in my wildest dreams, and apparently it's a dream come true. Brilliance.
"In my wildest dreams I get an 8,4, making me pass chemistry with an 8 on my diploma. That would really be SO neat. It isn't impossible, since I had an 8,8 for maths earlier."
What a way to end my secondary school career. I'd really like to meet my chemistry teacher one more time... just to hear his reply when I say I had an 8,4 (he obviously already knows about it because he checked it himself).
Hopefully I'll see him July third. America is getting closer as well...
PS:
Cheers,
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