Tsk Tsk Tsk

So obviously this is the last graded blog post, it should be fantastic. It should also be on time. However, this blog post is neither of those. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.  But, look at it from my perspective, actually don't...I don't really have a good excuse. Honestly though, I thought we were friends, so we should be even by now. Basically time is abstract so on time and late mean the same thing? So just pretend this blog post was great and on time. Or don't. It doesn't even matter.

Forget it.

Self Control

As a strong, confident, young Tongan, teenage girl...I have absolutely no self control. I can't even get myself to practice piano until my mom is threatening to discontinue piano lessons. I mean, I know I should practice.....but why would I practice when there are chocolate cakes to be eaten?

Difference

There's going to school, and then there's dragging your sleep deprived body out of bed to go to school. Difference. What I've realized while I've pondered movies or television shows, is that what they portray in the show is completely idealistic.

How to Wake Up

Is it me or is it just impossible to wake up? I'm not talking Christmas morning waking up, but monday-morning-math-final waking up. Well, lucky for you! I just figured out how to beat the system. And since I'm the blog you are now following (nod your head yes), I decided to share this fantastic secret with you.

Sample Exam

Basically it's midterms, which in teacher means: make the students cry. In student, it means: no sleep for a week. I don't want to be one of those students, but these teachers are crazy!