Irony.
So just when I think I've had enough to write, there comes along another thing. Something big. Something so ridiculously, nreasonably large to do given the current state of time that it boggles the mind.
Thinkquest Narrative. There, I've said it.
Today's the 20th. Mrs Chor wants a draft by the 22nd, and the final product by the 30th, since she wants to send it to some journalist before the deadline of May 4th.
Which is all well aand good, except for the small problem of there being only 25 pages to write.
And i quote Naishad and Ryan Chan-Wei:
N: Why did you ask us to join you in the first place?
R: And why did we even accept?
*buries head in hands*
This reminds me of last year's Poetry slam competition. The aforementioned prefects were also in my group, as well as Lloyd. It was then that I made the quote that several still remember till this day:
"Our first two days were our last two days."
(The other poetry teams had two months.)
Our situation is remarkably similar. We have ten days. The rest have had 4 months. Deja vu much, eh?
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