Vickiepedia

I’m a genius. I’m such a genius!! I’m so intelligent not even Isaac Newton, Albert Einstein, William Shakespeare or [insert brainiac here] could possibly beat me. What did I do? During the short 75 + 90 = 165 minutes of Physics exams this afternoon, I invented about a dozen new theories and phenomona with their own equations, units and definitions! Bet you everything, none of the highly intelligent people I listed above had ever achieved anything like that in less than 3 hours. I totally deserve an A, don’t you think?

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I wish I could blame this on Janette, because she’s been bugging me quite so often lately. I hope I won’t offend anybody, but I really have to let this out. If I don’t I think I’m going to explode very soon. Like real soon!

Background Information:

Janette

fun-loving, timid, struggling with English (the language), doesn’t revise until the last minute, slightly below average intelligence.

Vickie (a.k.a. me)

unofficial Maths queen, bragger, doesn’t revise until the last minute, bad-tempered, extremely impatient, sucks at teaching.

You noticed the words in italics, right? Good. Now let’s get started.

Janette has been coming over to my room the night before an exam for the past 5 days. Our common subjects are Maths, Chemistry and Physics. She only had 3 modules during the week while I had 6, because I took Biology as well. Like I mentioned, I’m a bragger and the unofficial Maths queen. So when Janette wanted help on Pure Maths, I was more than happy to teach (show off). I even said,

“Come to me when you have problems! *smile*”

Then she came for Chemistry, which I’m decently good at. I taught her a lot of stuff that she should already have known 2 years ago, but she sounded as though she had just learnt it. “Awwww, thank you so much, Vickie. You saved me!” (in Cantonese). Grrrrr, I wasted half my night on her. Luckily the paper was a nice one.

Physics (I’m fairly good at), lots of equations and definitions. Simple harmonic motion, damping, superimposition, etc. Janette had absolutely no idea what they meant; not even a single one of them. A whole night gone.

I told you she’s very timid as well. Two hours before an exam she’d jump around saying that she’s dead and nervous and not ready and this and that. I half-hinting, half-jokingly complained that she’s getting on my nerves but she never seemed to get it.

Sorry, I’m being horrible again. I think I’ve done my best as a friend though (we’re not even close). Might have to learn to say ‘no’ before the next exam.

Very tired. Need sleep…

YAHHHHHH!!! I just stepped on two moths!

Had a few short, scattered dreams last night so I don’t see a point of writing about them. They’re way too weird to put into words anyway. Instead I’ll fill this entry with what happened lately – hmm, last night.

I finally talked to Cindy and Wan, and realised how important communication is. I accused them of not wanting to talk to me a while ago, but when I did actually go and talk to them like normal, they talked normal! I hinted, “Haven’t talked to you guys for ages! How are you?” and Cindy answered, “I’m fine. You always look so concentrated using the computer, that’s why we didn’t say anything to you.” Ohh! So that was why!

BUT! Way back when Helen and I were still friends (2 weeks ago, haha), we did see the communication/friendship problem with Wan and Cindy. If we never started a conversation, they never would. If we don’t say hi/good morning/how are you first, they wouldn’t bother. So is it me, or do they really have problems that way?

After talking to them feeling all relaxed and happy, I went back to the computer room, back to my trusty, beloved computer(s). Actually they do break down (minor) occasionally for no obvious reasons, but I’m always glad to fix them (illegally! I’m supposed to wait for the IT technicians, but they take way too long, and I KNOW what I’m doing).

It’s all warm and everything over here in the UK (West Sussex), so the not-so-welcomed insects are back. I was in the computer room with about 10 tiny mosquito-like unidentified flying objects, killed 6 of them (I’m a murderer!!), and when I left the room I realised that on the floor right next to where I rested my feet, was this even more unwelcomed bigger non-flying eight-legged object: spider! AHHHHHHHHHH!