My business teacher gave a presentation to Year 10 on Northern Ireland this afternoon. He was doing a favour for another teacher because he served there during the Troubles but he had us as well.
I was almost crying when he told them about how he saw his friend get blown to pieces and another one lose his hand from a roadside bomb on New Year's Eve in 1988. The lad who lost a hand had multiple cuts and he died within fifteen minutes of the bomb going off. His wife arrived a few minutes after midnight, only five minutes after he died. She lifted the blanket and said "I came to wish you happy new year" then left.
I've started some revision. My mum isn't too happy with the 40-odd pieces of paper with physics formulae on that are on my walls. I haven't told her that there is lots more still to go upAll she seems to be bothered about is the blu-tack pulling the paint off the walls or leaving marks and damaging the wardrobe with sellotape
Good job it's parent's evening next Wednesday, I can pass the blame on to my teacher
I'm really getting into this revision lark, I lay in bed on a night and I get really happy when I look at my 40 pages of formulae on the walls. Then I read my biology text book and I get even happierThe best thing is, I've only had the sheets up a few days and I'm already memorizing things. I walk around the house reciting formulae in my head
Seeing the cardiologist on Wednesday. Maybe after two years they might decide if I actually have something wrong with my heart. Personally, I'm not bothered either way. I've survived 18 years without dropping dead and there's no treatment for WPW so why worry about it? It'll just be another diagnosis to add to my list and another thing that stops me from doing things
