Back to the grindstone, and back on the borderline. I now enter the final two weeks of my directed schoolastic life, after which time I will be required to undertake a set of formalised tests to assess my ability to work under stress and with a deadline. Hapy days, ne?

Anyway, I have now fully recovered from my gruling two-day trudge in the Grampians, now ofitially the furthest place from Adelaide I have visited. It wasn't that we were going on the balcony walk or anything, its just we went down into at least two gullies and climbed two mountains in two days, which is a lot of up to go. We also saw more waterfalls then you can count without taking off your shoes. But a lot of walking took its tole on couch-potato me, and I was sore for a couple of days. At the moment, the only thing that hurts is my hip-joint, which irritates me.

Meanwhile, I was asked today if I had recieved a letter informing me I was the school Dux. I was, of course, forced to reply in the negative. Which then led to an animated discussion over who the school Dux would actually be. I suppose everyone has their ideas, and I know who I would be placing my money on, but I guess time would tell.
For those of you who don't have the school Dux, I think it's something like the Valedictorian or similar. The top academic mind of the school.

Makes you wonder where the confusion came into it huh? I wonder if I can win some cash or something...

"Terrorists are Tourists with guns. Tourists are Terrorists with cameras"
- posted by Washi @ 1:00 pm