So the past week has been interesting.

For an entire week, I had no more than 1 hours sleep per night, in bid to get all my ICT work done for Monday’s deadline. Just when I had a slight glimmer of hope of getting everything completed, my teachers take it upon themselves to give me 2 whole units to teach myself and complete by Monday. Which, of course, didn’t not happen. Trying to complete these units, alongside completing all outstanding work, I even went to school on Saturday until 5pm and worked most of Sunday night, but to no avail. I decided that it simply could not be done, and they were asking too much. I decided that I would talk to K-Dog the next day.

Monday:
Kettle had to teach a cover lesson, which means I couldn’t speak to him at the beginning of the day, which meant in the time spent waiting for him, I discovered I’d failed yet another unit which I would not have time to correct. Meaning by the time Kettle got round to seeing me, I was feeling a little… sensitive, to say the least. So he asked me how I was doing, and out came the bottom lip, the waterworks, and a baww of “IM FAAAILLLIIIIIIINNNGGG”, at which point after causing a few people to give me funny looks, caused Kettle to take me out of the room to talk to me. He sat me down and told him to tell him everything, so in a snivelly crying mess, I did. He told me I was just panicing, and that I am more than capable of doing this, and he was worried. He told me to go home for a bit, chill, and come back in a few hours when I was feeling better. I swear this man is a genius, because when I went back I felt ready to take things on again. Plus it helps my deadline was extended slightly, baha.

Tuesday:
Was spent mostly trying to finish off one of the new units that was given to me a couple of days before the deadline. Just an hour or so before the school day was about to end, I go and talk to one of my other teachers about how I was getting on, and to discuss the likelihood of getting everything done. When it was broken down, I had two options: Carry on attempting to get a double award and (most likely) fail, or drop down to a single award and walk away with a good grade. So it was obvious which choice I had to make. Obviously it was disappointing, for both me and my teachers but I had to, to salvage any grade. My teacher then told me that to get the single award, she’d need one of the two units, neither of which I had completed, done by the end of the day. Which was going to end in approximately one hour. Great. I stared at her in disbelief. She told me not to cry again, so clearly K-Dog had told her about the day before -_____- So I stayed at school until 6pm in a bid to get it all finished, but to no avail. So, K-Dog told me to hand it in first thing tomorrow morning instead.

Wednesday:
I had pretty much finished that first unit, so I thought that all I would need to do is finish off the second one, and could leave at around midday for summer. I printed everything off for the first unit, and gave it to K-Dog for marking, whilst I started work on my other unit. So there I was, all happy and stuff, finishing off work what I thought would only take me a small period of time, when K-Dog comes back to me and says “…you’ve failed this unit.” I stared at him in disbelief. He carried on, “You haven’t done the 3 stages of normalisation right at all, you need to write about integrity constraints and validation proceedures, the users of a database, plus write an evaluation, albeit a short one. You’re looking at least 2 hours worth of work here.” I stared at him some more. He said “Sorry”, and then quickly left before I twatted him. So, I then spent the next 3 hours re-writing the 3 stages of normalisation, integrity constraints and validation proceedures (all of which I had to re-teach myself VERY quickly), whilst one of my teachers kept pressuring me to finish as the exam board kept getting on to her, and K-Dog had broke the news to me that everything had to be in at 3pm…. and it was 2pm. He remarked the work I’d done, including the fastest evaluation I’d ever written in my life, and he said I’d passed, but it’s a shame I wouldn’t get everything done on time, and that he knew when he’d saw I hadn’t done the normalisation stages right I wouldn’t have finished everything. HE COULD HAVE FREAKIN’ TOLD ME THIS. However, the skies opened, dead flowers came into bloom, and the unexpected happened and I completed and passed everything. So now, I can safely say…

I’m freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

To congratulate myself on finishing easily the most stressful week of my life, I bought myself some shoes. I love them. ♥♥♥
The best part? They took £15 off the original price, because the shoe laces were missing. LOLWHUT.
It’s the stupidest reason ever to lower the price, but whatever, I’m not complaining.

♥: Hot.
♪: Benjamin Bates – Two Flies.

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