Short but sweet

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As I saw Mr.Ali hand out every envelope one by one I honestly felt like I was going to puke. I didn't even know if it was going to be a relieving type of puke or the one where I'd stay home for days type of puke. BUT boy! Was it going to happen. 

It all felt like the weeks of writing essays and doing interviews for a chance to live out Year 7,8 and 9 Jess's weaboo fantasy was coming true and I didn't know whether to feel scared or excited.

But alas, thankfully I was chosen as one of the 6 exchange ambassadors (along with Shaun, SHOT SHAUN UR THE MANNNNN) and I am forever grateful and am questioning Mr.Ali's picking decisions. But this is for real guys. Ya boy's gonna go to japan.  Do I run? Do I scream? Do I just completely let the dark anime urges manifest itself in Japan? NANI? I've been recently trying to play it cool, but whatever anime intro I sing, I sing. 

Tune in next blog where I recreate vines that just butters my egg roll.