Lovely, the rain stopped today, although the sudden increase in temperature was slightly discomforting. I think I'd gotten used to the coldness.

The long awaited weekend is finally here. I finished my s paper selection test yesterday. It wasn't as intimidating as I thought it was, and I thank God it's over. At least that's one burden off my mind.

Oh, and I got into the gp differentiated program. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but oh well, here goes nothing. It is something to be one of only 16 people to qualify for the program out of the whole cohort. And not a single Science student. Which is puzzling, because I know people in there who did well for gp, but whom their teachers didn't nominate.

Tomorrow I will be going for a briefing on the NUS Debates Challenge Shields. I've already met my new coach, but I don't think it would be particularly diplomatic to post my stronger opinions of him here. He's...very different from Adrienne. More...shall we say...slow paced? I have a feeling that I might find it slightly difficult to adjust to him. But we'll play it by the ear.

I begin to worry about Vicki's sanity. At first I thought she was just crazy in a playful manner, but recent developments have led me to question the true stability of her mind. No sane person runs into the classroom and bangs her hands on the wall and runs out again. She is, as Bryan so eloquently put it, "the epitome of siao". But, ah, what would our days be without her? Duller than a great thaw, to quote from Benedick.

As always, grist for the mill, grist for the mill.