Fudge, snails and dead chickens (ah, good old schooldays)

OK. Not one of those above listed items did I see today (except the snails, and that's 'cause they live in my fish tank, and not land snails). But because I like roundabout sort-of metaphors and explaining things (but not to my sister), they're there. And no, they do not have to do with things I ate today.
AAAHHH! J'ai beaucoup de "tabs". Il y a plein de mots pour "tab" en français.
J'ai un devoir pour l'agriculture demain et j'ai un essai pour anglais aussi. Et lundi prochain, j'ai un examen pour technologie aussi!
OH NON!
{If you haven't familiarised yourself with Google Translate, now is the time to do so. There's going to be a lot of French in this blog. I need the practice, anyway.}
Well. I've proved that I can panic in at least two written languages (i.e. French and English).
Freaking procrastination. I should be doing my Ag "glorified prac report as assignment" maintenant, mais je fais mon blog. Ahh! I'm hopeless. It's going at a snail's pace!
Well, at least I did alright in ballroom today. 7.5/10 for salsa and 7 for waltz, mainly cause I kept getting wrong-footed. Oh well.
Then in English, instead of an essay, Han and I were testily complaining about the incredibly easy words McFadyen gave us for vocab (BLOODY HELL, CAN WE NOT HAVE FREAKING VOCAB?! IT'S SUCH A PAIN (not that I actually do it...)). Thank God it wasn't an essay day today. Also, McFadyen says if someone's doing Drama monologues they do a slightly different question on Monday.
Speaking of Monday, at least Becca and Linda have 4 more weeks left for presentations. They can't do it without me...right?
Geography was...meh. Nothing much.
Then we had a year meeting on Shades for AIDS. (It's on the 7th of May, people!) I managed to talk Kenny into promoting the forum (Year 10s only) by threatening to do it myself. This'll generate word of mouth.
Maths...what maths? I don't remember what happened, except by the end of the period I had a VERY numb hand.
Ag, nothing happened. Just another bludge period in the library.
During lunch, I suddenly remembered that we had chickens to feed, but by the time I got down there, there were no chickens. I assume they're all dead now.
And about fudge? Just remember, when Albert K. says fudge, he's not necessarily talking about chocolate-flavoured desserts.
Also, guys, if your blog's here, you might want to take it as a subtle reminder to update it if you haven't already.