Food for thought

Alright,
Exam papers returned, a french poetry competition, good friends, blowing half my credit on texts and a morning lecture that made me think. That pretty much sums up my week.

I didn't do terribly for my exams. Not that it matters because the marks you got for Year 10 exams don't count for anything. If you fail, it's not a snapshot of your life. Same the other way round, if you did fantastically, it doesn't guarantee you'll do well in life either. So why did I waste so much time and energy studying so hard to get good grades? For that momentary happiness when you feel like you've achieved something, I guess. Is it worth it? Idk.

My friends, I have realized, are amazing. They are unjudgemental and accept everyones flaws and are just so chill.

Texts. Well. They were from this guy who. D: SUCH unfamiliar territory. It was slightly weird. Okay, slightly is an understatement. Maybe it wasn't weird for him, but it was extremely weird for me. o.o I don't even know what to say. Although it was kinda fun, I guess. It made me feel like a different person, instead of the socially-awkward-with-guys-me. BUT my credit is busted so no more awkwardness. :) Twas a good experience though.

The morning lecture was mainly about poverty. Sure, I may not be the richest person on earth, but in terms of the world, I'm on the high side of 'high income'. Overloaded, stuffed, spoilt with endless unnecessary luxuries, and there I was complaining, debating over buying a freaking muffin. But what can I do?

Options:

1. study crazily hard, earn heaps, donate it
2. study crazily hard, do something like Anita Roddick? o.o
3. get the internal PLC scholarship, use saved money to sponsor however many children possible

Ugh. I. Don't. Know. Thing is, I have this horrible feeling that although I feel passionately about this right at this moment, I'm going to just forget about it. I know I will. GAH.

People are dying of starvation right at this moment.

Guilty,
Erica