My group had to present our history project today in class. It counted as our final exam grade and all of us were sweating bullets. I almost started laughing, when after we concluded, and the teacher made comment of us "having practiced a lot." Uh, psh, no. We didn't practice at all! Which makes me wonder what we would've gotten had we actually. I'm guesstimating we made a low A on the whole project, though today was technically a seperate portion of it. It truly doesn't make or break me.
I calculated I need an 82 on my regular math exam this Friday to pass with an A for the semester. Not too difficult, I reason. Especially if you take in to account having done much better on tests to begin with. There's a Pre-AICE English Writing exam this upcoming Friday, too. We have to write an essay, doing our best to guess what they'll award marcs for. It should be a breeze; I can write well enough.
Only five more days of school for me and three out of those five are purely exam days and we get out early. Woot, woot!
My turtles' drawing is locked in a display case down at the school board building. I suppose that's okay, so long as I get them back eventually. Preferably before I graduate high school. Ha-ha. But it's fine. Now even more can admire. I feel incredibly accomplished. After all, that was my first drawing, shading and everything.
In other art news, I had finished my flower painting a while ago, though my teacher just now finished putting a matte on it for me. Again, this is my first ever painting.
I'd love to show a picture of it, but I'm hesitant about copyrights and the like. It's not THAT good, but you never know. I apologize.