To say I've barely had breathing time during the past few weeks would honestly not be an exaggeration. With one test followed closely by another, and a (un)healthy pile of assignments all screaming for my attention, things have really been hectic. Now with the next week off one would probably assume that things would get easier, but no such luck. The IB is ruthless to say the least, and which each teacher assigning homework as though there subject is the only subject we need to worry about this one week is probably going to be the worst yet. This week also had some encouraging developments in terms of my marks showing a definite improvement in certain subjects, but this minimal improvement has only presented it's self after hours of labour. I guess there really are no shortcuts to success, but whether or not I'm cut out to work even half as hard as required is something I'm highly skeptical about.
In the meantime my novel still remains untouched. It's becoming impossible to find time to do any work on it, which is frustrating to say the least.
