Colts that Care
Well. What can I say? Colts that Care is going fine. We've decided to donate $250 to help out in the Haiti earthquake, and we've got two more fun-raisers on the way to raise more money. Also, the 30 Hour Famine is once again being organized by Colts that Care (CTC). Last year, we raised over 4000 dollars (unofficially the largest amount of money ever raised). We've got a responsible and dedicated crew this year and it seems that we might even beat last years goal. Being one of the key organizers of the these CTC initiatives, I do get nervous from time to time about letting people down. But sometimes, you just gotta get over it and do what you have to.

Badminton
With TOK, World Lit 1, World Lit 2, Historical Investigation, and EE due all so close to each other, its no surprise that I've neglected some crucial aspects of my life. Thinking back to how well i used to play in the summer, I'm pretty sad as to what I've decayed to in these past few months (maybe 50% of the skill level I was playing at before?). But you know what? Badminton Provincials are in three weeks! Sandwiched between Mandarin Orals (on the day after I come back)and English Orals (on the day I take off), Badminton Provincials will probably have a sour start and a sour end for me. Its ok though, because I still have three full weeks to train. Time to apply myself for the first time in a long time.

Farewell IB
You know what? This is depressing. IB is coming to a close, and I get the feeling that these last four months will fly by without me knowing. How depressing it is that when we are busy, time seems to fly by. And well, when you are in IB, times sure are busy! What ever shall we diminutive IB-ers do in the face of the Goliath that is IB exams? Nothing I suppose. Maybe David never won. I doubt that there were judges grading him on his performance every step of the way. Maybe David got 45. Oh well. Let's end this depressing discussion of IB right here.

Let us go now, you and I.
When the evening spreads out across the sky.
Like a patient etherized upon a table.
Let us go, through certain IB condemnations.
The muttering retreats,
Of restless nights in history all-nighters,
And thoughtless essays with only hack writers.
Assignments that follow like a tedious argument,
of insidious intent.
To lead to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "what is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

Oh Eliot, you enthrall me.

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