Ai'm comin' to America! Hooray!
Basically, I got a place on a summer camp, in New Smyrna Beach, Florida. It was pretty hard fought, because the camp has just 21 places, and obviously there's been at least 100 applicants and probably many more. I'm the only international person there, so I'll be spending two weeks with a group of (hopefully awesome) Americans The course itself is on creative writing, which should gear me up well for next year's NaNoWriMo. [Google works, for those without a clue.]
It was nice taking that long distance call and hearing that oh-so-distinct accent tell me I'd got through. Also, interestingly enough I'll be one state away from a Rubik's Cube contest. (Though it's still too far and I'm not good enough - yet!)

Also, I left school on Friday, on 'study leave'. (During which I post journals on dA instead of studying, of course.) That was fun. We had our leavers' ball on Friday also, which was quite good, but you could see the gaping holes where they'd screwed up the organising. I've been at better events like that, but it's the thought that counts, and it was still a pretty good night out.
During the last day we managed to do absolutely nothing as we were supervised the entire time, and escorted out of the building. (And had to take a different route home out of school because we couldn't get out the right exit.)
Leavers' assembly was fun, as each form had to do a performance. Ours was pretty good, if a little quiet. The best form was easily the one that tried to act out famous films, slightly taking the piss, and slightly just pointing out each others' stupid moments. (Such as in Saving Private Ryan, where one person fell over randomly, amidst a crowd.)
I can't believe one of my friends wasn't there for the last day - he should have moved his college interview. Another friend was meant to have the interview slot after, but at least he was sensible enough to reschedule it.

So that made both Thursday and Friday awesome. (The camp's phone call happened on Thursday.) But it goes on! Because I managed personally to get hero-worship on Wednesday too
This basically happened because we have a total... "moron" of a teacher (being polite) who entirely fails to actually teach us anything. Anyway, she does out afterschool lessons, and it was the last time we'd be taught by her, and after the lesson I wanted to see my mark for the Physics science in the news. You know, the ones in which I got 34 and 32 out of 36 in Chemistry and Biology. Well, she gave it back: 23. What, 10 marks lower Miss? I queried. She didn't like being queried. Then she started saying my last science in the news was close to it, which it wasn't (I'd got 12!), but she wouldn't accept my correction; she literally waved it off.
Agitated she was too up her own arse to accept I was right about the last Physics one I took, I imitated her wave and said "Nice hand movement, Miss," and walked off.
She cried after me, "You're an arrogant child!"
"Perhaps you're an arrogant teacher."
"Get out of my sight!! I'll be glad to never see you again!"
So I tried. I walked some 30 metres, with her following me, and she was babbling something about Respecting My Elders, as if I was going to respect people who don't respect me.
Finally, a good distance away from where we started, I responded. I told her what we actually thought about her teaching, and how bad it was. In the spirit of making her life hard, I avoided getting actually angry as she was, but just calmly saying what we honestly thought. So she ran away to get the head of science.

They confronted me a few minutes later, after I'd told a couple of other pupils. Well, I wasn't going to be there alone with them both telling me off out of school hours, so I said how my mother was in the car, and went to get her. Interestingly enough, when we returned, only the head of science was left, my dear teacher had gone. So we had a good discussion on her merits.

Next day at school, the head of science once again pulled me over, to write a statement of what happened. Then after, he got me into his office and tried to place some blame on me. However, something he hasn't learnt yet in the field of verbal combat is that you can't place blame on someone who hasn't actually done anything wrong. I'm a slippy person to stick blame to, particularly as I hadn't sworn or said any insults beyond the first "Nice hand movements", which really doesn't quote very well as far as placing blame goes.
Actually, he tried to say how I ought to have walked away, and said it was what he would have done in that situation. When I pointed out I had walked away, he said "Well, sometimes walking away makes it worse."
I told you I was slippy to place blame on

So we made a formal complaint, and by the time I was allowed back into the lesson he'd taken me from, everyone knew, thanks to the few I'd told the day before. So I got a day of hero worship, and also got the opportunity to pass my teacher in the corridor, which was probably the best 10 seconds of my entire life. You could almost hear her growl as I said "Hi, Miss!"

3 great days in a row, that's rare (On that mood selector thing, there needs to be an option for "Gloating!")