Revsion; musings thereof

I got up at half eleven. Have been trying to avoid sleeping late... so very successfully as you can tell. And then realised I ought to do some revision, as I didn't do any yesterday night. My mother thought it might be a good idea to make a timetable at this point. So I did. It was all very logical - I left off Classics, English and Drama because I don't think I need to revise them at this stage and I'm going to fail Drama anyway - and I counted the days until I go to London with my family. Twelve days, including today. Makes sense to me. Also, six subjects, and if I can revise two subjects per day it works out very neatly. However, I finally realised how much stuff I have to do and how little time, and it's all very very scary. Anyway... I wrote down history for today, so history is what I've been revising. There's so much history to learn - fifteen topics - and I'm halfway through the first one. I've been lying in the conservatory with the file propped up on my knees, and falling asleep and getting a headache. It's not been good. I can hardly remember any of it and I'm really quite scared. The only consolation I can think of is the fact I did so little revision for my mocks and my results weren't bad. I know I could have done so much better, but the school aren't to know what I'm actually capable of and what's all down to my innate laziness. I'm trying to avoid thinking about the Inevitable Discussion and the conversation that starts, "Well, really, what is the point of GCSEs?" on the grounds that they will both distract me from revision. The obvious problem is that they both creep into my head at odd moments.

Coming here and writing this was an attempt to put my thoughts in order. I think I may also drink some coffee, with not too much milk and no sugar, in an attempt to wake myself up before going back to the history. I also should make a start on chemistry today. The idea of having two subjects a day is so I don't get bored. I'm already bored. And I'm not on my own computer, I'm using Pedar's, and can hear my mother's turned on the kettle. That's good, saves me the effort, but nothing will save me the effort of actually doing revision. I may have mentioned before that I don't do any work. And as Loz puts it, I don't test well.

Damn GCSEs. Who really needs them? When you say the words in full instead of using the initials, they don't sound like very difficult exams. But they are. And apparently British sixteen-year-olds are the most tested in the world. Caroline once told Mrs Miller that constantly weighing pigs doesn't make them fat. Faintly distasteful analogy aside, I agree completely.

This ramble was brought to you by too much sleep and not enough coffee. Thank you and good afternoon.

Procrastination

Whoo for procrastination. I realised I really wasn't getting anywhere with history, and plan to switch to Chemistry, but not now. Am still headachey and bored, but Pedar has found a three-pound Amazon voucher, which cheered us both up. In order for it to become valid, we'll probably need two items which means we can both browse the site happily looking for books. I want The Player of Games. I don't know what he wants. The longer he takes to choose the longer I can procrastinate for, which is good.
Also in pursuit of procrastination, I have tidied up my userinfo page. I've added the links I generally use (was surprised at how few of them there are) and taken some people off my friends list, which was beoming unwieldy. I've often thought about adding an image to my userinfo page, but there's the bandwidth impaired to consider, and of course it does beg the question, what image?

And what do you know, Pedar's thought of a book he wants. Yay. New books.