Once upon a time, there was a 13 year old girl going through one of the worst periods of her life. Taylor came in just in time and mended her back, one by one. Taylor taught her to see the light, to read people well and gave her a coping mechanism for whenever she needed help. She grew up with Taylor over the years, hoping that maybe one day in the dismal future, she might be able to say thank you for all that she's done. Five years later, when she was 18, it happened:
This Monday I'm sitting for my two papers for Chinese, after which leaves me with oral and listening comprehension. But that's like July so I'm not going to worry about it. Not yet, anyway. Preparations are going pretty well right now, I actually think I might have a shot at getting an A1 for Chinese! Except I probably need to work on time management more. The mock paper the other day, I...