What a spectacle. I feel so honoured, after just having returned from the IB Middle Years Programme graduation assembly. Not all of our year were present however. Some were absent, other just didn't pass... Monique was completely invisble, hidden by the piano as she riddled away providing the entrance music. An extended prayer by Samantha and Michael followed and then Mr Larkin did his standard MYP speech, raving on about the areas of interaction one of which is strong>HOMO faber. Ms Dow and stunning Wilson (John) then took to the podium to blabble about the personal project. I take my hat off to John, who presented a very neat speech on his efforts to get guard rails in place on Coromandel Parade, due to steep drop on the side of the road. (see I've been listening). Anyway more musicical items more speeches more hippy circus acts when finally we all go called up on after the other, the recieve our diplome/certificate from Our Grace "Most Rev. Philip Wilson, Archbishop of Adelaide. IB has problems, in that one my certificate my second middle name is missing the last letter. Example: i) Correct spelling--> Edgar Alphonse Hendrik Roex ii) Incorrect/IB spelling Edgar Alphonse Hendri Roex. See how the k is missing. I spose it's only minor. They also managed to call my brother Martin instead of Marten on his IB diploma. Perhaps some carbombage is needed, just as a wakeup call for the IB registration departement. GET IT RIGHT LOSERS. After the presentation we compared results and discovered some ppl had been moderated down 1 mark, others not. A photographer was in place to take both individual and group photos of all graduates. Once I recieve these, except to see them right here in Oven land. This oven is so hot right now, this oven. Catering was also called in to provide all kinds of finger food, or in french hors-d'ouevres, and drinks. In the end, it was a nice little cermony to celebrate a pretty pointless achievement, but hey what can you do. I'll tell you what you can do:
1. You can eat a banana
2. You can do 20 starjumps
3. You can headbutt a wall
4. You can fly like a bird in Mrs Case's class, CAW CAW
5. You can talk random Dutch to strangers
Or you could just not go into this amount of detail on a rhetorical question... random...

Tomorrow, we have first two lessons after which we have an Easter Liturgy afer which we have Caritas day set up after which we have the actual Caritas day proceedings. Class of 11LD is taking up gambling for our little money gaining activity. More specifically, Roulette, so come along it will be good betting fun. I have no idea where we are but keep your ears out for French talk, it may just be Madame talking to us. :O Don't forget casual clothes as well as a $2 donation to with it. Why am I telling you this. It's 10:13, half of you are not even going to read this till after tomorrow anyway. Sigh.

From now on I will conclude all of my posts with a Dutch word. So you can gradually learn a very specky language; Dutch.
Today's word is (some of you know this, yes I'm looking at Ant in particular here). Heet water, which means hot water. It originated on last year's Canberra trip, when we were having breakfast at the motel place, and Smitty and I walked past those thermos flasks, one being hot water. OH! more like heet water. Ask me for pronounciation.

Screw you niggers later... like... tomorrow..? TROGDOR THE BURNINATOR~!

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