Musings of a Perfectionist

Sounds ominous, doesn't it? (Also, if you don't like the thought of blood etc this probably isn't the blog post for you) Today, I did my first exam of this year- Food!  I had three hours to make three dishes: Salmon Samosas, an Indian Thali (chicken korma, pork vindaloo, tarka dahl, rice, naan), and Japanese Souffle Pancakes. Last year, when I did my mock practical exam, let's just say that it didn't go too well...I did a lot of crying at the end of it. But this year, as nervous as I was, I actually did okay. *If you're thinking of doing food, don't let the following story put you off. Practical exams don't generally go like this, and if anything puts you off, let it be the sheer amount of coursework and theory that has to be learnt (in our theory mock exam last year, we had to write a 12-mark argument for/against the use of GM foods). Anyway, my practical exam today. There were only seven of us in the kitchen, each at a differ...

I've been a little busy recently, which is sad because I like writing stuff for my blog. But yeah, exams suck and I'm so tired already and I've still got another week  but look on the bright side- oh, no, wait. There is no bright side. In other news, I don't really have anything important to talk about? Shock, horror, I know, but honestly, everything's just been so busy lately that I haven't thought about the latest news story and nothing funny happens at school anymore because, guess what? We're in exams! I had Food Practical for two hours today, but I'm not going into detail with that. Let's just say, I'm very glad that I have friends who are happy to give hugs, and that my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't cut up the onions. But anyway! Yesterday we went to see Macbeth after school (we got back at midnight) and it was flipping awesome! (I now will not use exclamation marks for a few days, as I've used up my weekly limit...

NOTE: I'm using the word 'literally' in the informal sense-  used for emphasis while not being literally true.  Therefore, while this afternoon was pretty stressful, it was not necessarily  the most stressful time ever. (Also, I may have  overdramatized  some events because my mind tends to blow things out of proportion) Anyway, to the context. MasterChef at my school. My friend and I had won the heats for our house, and were into the final along with pairs from the other five houses. She came over so that we could plan and practise our two dishes, and everything was fine. Until it wasn't. I obviously read my email wrong (and then couldn't double-check because the school emails are down!) and we found out in form that the competition was today. Today. We had no ingredients , no recipe, no nothing. I was on the verge of crying, so my friend stood up and took me to see my mum (who works at the school, so it's not like we went home) so that we could ask ...