Yesterday was my 17th birthday. It was also the day that Victorian students doing VCE or a VCE subject had so sit the General Acheivement Test, a three hour general knowladge test that has someting to do with moderating VCE scores.
This year, everyone deceided that they would try and include George Clooney in the GAT. Since I love a good bandwagon, I made a rather dodgy reference to him and his pet pig in the written section. Apparently VCAA are planning to mark down students who mentioned him, which is quite stupid in my opinion. Anyone who has ever sat the GAT will tell you it’s probably the most boring waty to spend three hours. You’d think they’d want people to get excited by it.
Either way, I’m only doing one VCE subject, so it’s no big deal really.
Anyway, aside from that epic waste of time my birthday was really good. I got an aweosme new laptop from my parents, which will probably mean more updates since my old was a hand-me-down from my grandpa and rediculously slow.
I also got make up, a DVD, a rubicks cube clock and my favourite dinner. YAY!
Anyway, I thought I would celebrate by posting a song about my current age. And really, there’s no better way to celebrate than with the sex pistols.*
*Although this song really has nothing about being 17. Whatever, I like it.