What Now?

I've been thinking, if I don't want become a cadet lieutenant, what do I become? I've been wanting to join Youth Flying Club for a long time, and I think that it would be the only way forward. This is what I meant when I said 'aim higher' in the last post.

The only hurdles to overcome now are, convincing my teacher to let me off being a cadet lieutenant - (They'll try everything to keep me in), convince my parents that we won't fly until we've done ground school, and that it is mostly safe, and increase my mugging skills tenfold so that I can cope with next year.

I suppose the thing I should pray for now is concentration. So required of students, and so required of pilots. The strength to finish multiple essays, reports and worksheets in a row. The skill to watch the skies for incoming aircraft, watch the horizon to maintain your heading, and simultaneously adjusting the control column and yaw pedals, while checking a dozen different '-meters' in front of you.

But if I don't make it, I don't know what I'd do. Staying on in a uniformed group would not be a wise choice, given the dissatisfactory nature of the whole thing. Maybe BB Primers wouldn't be so bad...

The Beginning of the End

The end of 4 years of secondary education is round the corner. 2 more terms and then comes a long break. Until then, there should be no more slacking.

Today was really, really boring. Admin starts the day, ends on nearly the same note. Blablablablablabla...

CCAs are cancelled due to the H1N1, at least that's a nice rest. No assembly, no more crowded buses because I can't use the ones to the back gate.(It's closed.)

I only have one chance to get myself away from any chance of becoming a Cadet Lieutenant. No, I won't deprive my Year 3s the many golden oppurtunities to lead.

And I shall aim higher.

Church Camp

This post will be slightly longer and non-exceptionally humourless.



I suppose this church camp was a particularly meaningful one for me, especially on the last night.

Suddenly, when things fall apart dramatically, the Lord's message rings true and clear.



To those who were in my room IBS-ing after the message, I didn't mean to seem too rude or antagonistic, I was just rather emo.

Also interesting was the 24-hour watch. Because I can't play bridge (and shan't for a long time), I stayed up to watch. People were in our room till 6am. It is very interesting to see human reactions in the wee hours of the morning. Suddenly, we are higher than usual. I slept at 8am that day, having stayed up for 24 1/2 hours. I still feel a bit drained now even as I type this.

Must start working again.

A Quick Update...

...not like you're going to read it anyway.

So, I just came back from Malaysia yesterday. Come to think of it, I did more hw this afternoon than I did for the whole time I was there. Oops. X(

DG tomorrow, and come Saturday, there will be the highlights of the month - the STS-127 launch to the ISS, and the Trooping of the Colour in London. If only I could get BBC1 to work...

Security isn't a dirty word....:D

Been having Service Learning at my primary school for the past three days. My hour quota just went up by nearly 100%. 7 more to go and my job is done. :)

I'll be away from D-day onwards, so I'll be missing the Quest Face-Off.

Hey, at least my face won't go on youtube. It was a barmy idea to begin with, in my opinion.
(Not the skit, rather the youtube thing.)

Privacy. Security. I thank God my relatives are across the Causeway (and 200 miles up north).

I can save myself international attention.