final exams

Think of her, tomorrow they start. She might pass, but then again she might not. It can go either way. The school has rented the church across the street, supposedly because the constant announcements in the school would distract the students. But I think they're counting on divine inspiration. She is not to discuss the exams with anyone including me, before 24 hours have passed, because IB students all over the Northern Hemisphere are writing the same exams. Interesting time differences. Beats me how on earth they are going to find out any information leaks. Maybe some Swiss inspector will infiltrate IB chat boxes, who knows. I bought her some mechanical pencils. I hope they're the right ones. She studied on the porch until it was too warm. First really warm day today. First barbeque. Michiel's first day working his new shift, seven to three! He witnessed the end-of-a-beautiful day street ritual for the first time. Chatting neighbours everywhere. First you can see them come home from work. Then they all start to walk their dogs. Or they take a stroll to the beer store and back, which is what Michiel did. Then it gets a little quiet, dinner time. Then they come out again with hockey sticks and squash rackets. Or to exchange garden plants.