Simbo, you don't even understand. I was in a class of seven in total, with six other Year 11 girls (no offence to Year 11 girls, just these ones... my God...), two of which were in VCAL, ALL of which were just absolutely mind numbingly stupid. Like. There was actually one girl that cried because I told her she wasn't in love with her boyfriend after going out with him for one day and she didn't know what 'I love you' meant. One day. And just. FUCKING ;lkefqpiwuef. I put a lot of effort into my monologue, but that's about it. I hated the class time, and I knew I was going to bomb the exam no matter what so decided to go Old-School Brenden and wing it.
YAY ENGLISH WOO WOOOOOOOO!