"Get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game.
Come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain."

 I am rather pleased to announce (with every last ounce of resentful bitterness and sarcasm residing in my seductively rodentesque body) that the lacklustre anticipation to the NSW Board of Studies School Certificate has wormed its immensely unpleasant way through my system, and looms dreadingly in the near weeks ahead.

 The School Certificate, for those of you not currently familiar with the NSW education system, is a statewide, across-the-board assessment for year ten students receiving education from both public and private institutions. Due to its oversimplified nature, it's generally considered an absolute pushover, and is often scored highly in.

 That is, if you're even remotely good at multiple choice.

 Since before I can remember (that is to say, since last week), I've had trouble with multiple-choice questions in assessments and exams, with my usually clear sense of judgement and decisiveness blurred by the confounded notion of the "Most Correct Answer". In exams, I've always been able to identify the right answers and the wrong answers, but the actual clarification of the "Most Correct Answer" has never been easy. I tend to mull questions over, unwillingly overanalysing the provided options and consequently befuddling the mind with all sorts of annoyingly plausible arguments for each answer - thus making a relatively easy decision even harder than that between vanilla and chocolate.

 And in case you want to know, if it's ice-cream in question, then Vanilla.
 If not, then without a doubt - Chocolate!

 I've always fared much better in short answer an extended response questions, most probably due to the greater sense of freedom given in the interpretation of information provided, and the lack of painful rigidity present in the evil otherwise known as "Multiple Choice". From a young age, I've always had a certain subconscious and subtle disregard for the learning level restrictions placed in school, and recently, this seems to have developed into an almost unidentifiable tiredness concerning the utter unpermissive nature of the schooling system - both in terms of the expansion of student horizons and broadening of one's mind.  And by that, I don't mean a physical expansion or opening of horizons and minds - that would be both mildly impossible and excruciating painful, in respective order.

 However, if you really insist on doing so, just be careful not to get anything on the carpet. Namely Blood.

 On the topic of horizons and minds, across the vast mass of expanse of vivid blue waters of the Pacific ocean that thankfully separates us from the too-far-gone commercialism of the Americas, a certain Mr. Abel Gonzalez has created a new fair-food that challenges the current, vomit-inducing image of artery-clogging, fat-packing health hazards passed off as snacks to the American (and soon-to-be Australian) public.

Yes, it's the sickeningly sugar-packed "Fried Coke" - A deadly concoction of Coke-flavoured batter-balls deep fried in hot oil, served drenched in Coke-flavoured syrup, icing sugar, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and marachino cherries.

 Like most people, my reaction upon watching "Fried Coke's" proccess of creation was essentially a shock-induced loss-of-appetite, a 5 point surge in my bloodstream's glucose levels and an instant self-diagnosis of type 2 diabetes. As I watched the footage of its transfer from the frying basket to the drainer, and then into dozens of large, clear plastic cups, I couldn't help but feel utterly intimidated by its praise as the "Most creative food" at the Texas State Fair. Upon seeing some more footage in the news story, the image of three young children gobbling down the heart-attacking snack (mind the pun!) instantly conjoured a certain anger towards the utter irresponsibility of Mr. Gonzalez in the actual introduction and merchandising of such a dietary disaster - one that has spread all across the United States through similar shows and events similar to the Texas State Fair. Clearly, Mr. Gonzalez has disregarded all ethical considerations concerning the promotion of dietary health in a society where obesity and heart-disease are regarded as the most common cause of death. It's not suprising that the devil-branded delicacy originates from Texas - which is not only the most overweight state in the United States, but in the entire WORLD.

But hey, the guy's got to make a quick buck - he's not going to pass up an opportunity to sell 25,000 servings of cholesterol-balls just because it's what the whiney bloggers say is the right thing to do, is he?

Unfortunately, not.

 Alright, the unusally political part of this entry is finished.
 You can open your eyes now.

 Seriously, anyone who would even touch Fried Coke must be absolutely crazy - or otherwise, wishing to commit suicide in the most sugary way possible. I know that this might all sound rather hypocritical considering I just made a shameless plug for the BEST FREAKIN' CHOCOLATE SHOP IN THE WORLD (there's another link here for those who missed it the first time), but it's just this overarching clash of money and morality present in this whole "Fried Coke" issue that's got me confuzzled and confused.

 Nathan's dillema concerning his previously unheard of sense of politicism is due to;
a) His newfound aspiration to practise cardiology.
b) The dreaded stress of relearning a whole semester of Geography.
c) His over-reaction to an issue that's probably more comical than immoral.
d) His utter tiredness, lack of Vitamin D and sudden chocolate craving.

Please Choose the MOST Correct Answer.

"Get out your measuring cups, and we'll play a new game,
We can't have the cream - when the crop and the cream are the same."

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