Before I started this post, I felt that anyone reading this had the right to some sort of warning as to the nature and/or length of its content. This is that warning.

In the last few days, I've been dealt quite a few blows in this short span of time. It began on Tuesday.

Tuesday was rather uneventful, until a false fire alarm went off in school, followed by the infection of my computer by a worm/virus, thanks to the sloppiness of the school techs. This virus/worm simply rendered quite a few essential programs helpless, disrupting normal operation of the computer significantly. Somehow, the virus was able to obtain admin rights to access the school server itself, attach itself there, and thereafter redistribute itself to anyone who logged on. The problem is, the only people with direct access to the school server are the techs. We can therefore conclude that the virus got on the network through... *cough cough* (score one to techs). Anyway, after that happened, the techs placed some preventive measures on the distribution server, so that anyone logging on after that would not get the virus. Unfortunately, they did nothing for those who already had the worm on their computer. Score two to techs. And after all that, they then tell the helpless minority of people hapless enough to have logged on that fateful afternoon, that their computers were beyond saving, and all needed a memory wipe (re-image), which would take 2-4 working days. For those extremely unlucky, the school computer was their one and only access to a computer at all, the loss of which would cripple them both in school and out. Score three to the techs. Some disaster aftermath recovery plan. Incompetent noobs.

Current tally: 3-0, circumstances-me.

As much as I would have liked to have had a go at combating the virus myself, I had three Uni Biology lectures that afternoon, starting at 5pm and going until 8pm. My mind, quite naturally on the events that transpired that afternoon, failed to absorb anything from the three consecutive lectures I was forced to sit/sleep/bitemynails through. Sian.

4-0, to circumstances.

After reaching home and settling down (about 9-9.30pm), I had the choice of either taking a look at the damage my computer sustained, or studying for my specialist SAC on Thursday. At first, I decided to study for spec, since that's the right thing to do. However, it's hard not to take a look at your computer after it just got a virus infection. That ended up taking a bit of my time too. Ok, a lot of my time. At least I managed to get rid of infected files, hopefully putting a stop to the spread of the virus. And not do enough spec revision than I should have. I ended up sleeping at 1am.

5-0.

Wednesday, I had to go to Uni for a prac after school, this time didn't get home until about 7pm+. I was insanely exhausted by this time, as well as worried about an external Uni assignment that I would have to complete sometime soon or face failing the subject. I then went to watch TV for two hours, partly out of habit, partly because my parents indirectly commanded it. It was only after this that I had just a few hours to fuss around with the computer, which preoccupied my thoughts at this point, considering the alternatives I had. And then there was the SAC the next day. My sanity seemed on the line at that point.

6-0.

Thursday morning. Left slightly late for school, and my specialist SAC was period 1. By about 8.40am (the SAC start time), we were still on the road, but about 3 minutes from the school. I blame the opportune thunderstorm that just had to happen that morning.

7-0.

Bang, mum drives headfirst into the car in front around a blind corner/traffic light.

20-0.

I'm contemplating jumping out of the car and making a run for the school, upon seeing the grumpy old man get out of his car and start picking a fight with my mum. Thankfully, my mum realises that I don't have the time, and quickly resolves the conflict (she seems to be good at that with strangers). We finally reach the school, albeit with a crushed front bumper. I grab my bag and run to the classroom.

Upon reaching the classroom, I dump my bag, grab my book and... My non-existent pencil case.

40-0.

I go into the classroom anyway, silently pleading with people on my way to the seat for any stationary they could spare. Mercifully, Emily, promptly observing my plight, genially passed me a pencil, pen, extra lead (!!) and her SPARE calculator. Thanks SO much for that Em, I owe you big time for that one >.<

40-1!

By God's grace alone, I somehow then proceeded to crap all over the spec SAC. (Something to do with Emily's stationery, lol?)

40-2!

Today, I managed to make arrangements to only go to the church camp this weekend on Saturday only, instead of the full three days. This saved me much strife worrying about my weekend's work.

40-3!

Backups are well underway for my computer, I decided to send my computer to be re-imaged, probably on Monday next week. (Thanks for the dvds David ;)) Everything is going smoothly so far, recovery in progress =)

40-4+!

I hope to make up this score over the next few days, more than a possible feat, since God has given me the victory over every circumstance.

I just want to thank God for great people in my life, it is probably only thanks to them that I managed to pull myself together, apply some simple logic to the situation and get on with life these last few days. Thanks so much, you know who you are =)

Cheerio.

Don't tell God about how big your mountains are, tell your mountains about how big your God is~