Holy crap.

Wauw. Okay. So.

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear

The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

No really WHAT?

I had to analyse this poem. It was either this or this weird long poem about berrypicking. Eh no. So I picked this sonnet. ..It's a sonnet right? Okay, so, English, probably a fail.

Why can't they teach us properly how to analyse a poem. I know it's difficult, but ugh. And these poems can be interpreted in so many different ways.

Bleh.

And Maths? Bleh. We had several assignments, like A, B, C to F. This is how I made them: A, E, F, D, B, C. I had five pages of crap, but I think I did alright. The 'easiest' assignments were the ones I had the most problems with. Probability, ew. Next chapter, something with algebra. Better.

I took some pictures again today. x x

I really had a pretty one, if I may say so. But there's hair all over my face.

I'm trying to photoshop that away now. Gotta love photoshop.