"On Christmas morning, outside was boring..."

[raven]

I think this morning's entry was a tad confused, but it reflected my state of mind at the time. That lesson I was being stressed about was an English lesson, and she was talking about maintaining style, and being entertainging while avoiding facetiousness, and trying to create an effect, and keeping to a plan/structure, and painting a picture with words.
I was panicking. I have no idea why... but I was. I'm actually afraid of this exam. Afraid of writing...

Anyway. In other news, school is normal, ie the people there annoy me, and I don't care, because they're a whole bunch of people I don't need, and all that crap.

I met lilka and couldn't stop giggling - and I discovered why eniddy was quiet. She can't really talk much with her tongue pierced.

It hasn't sunk in yet that my mocks start tomorrow. As usual, I took the shortcut through the centenary hall this morning and found it full of desks in long, straight rows, with the moderators' desks at the back on the wooden blocks, and the blackboard and the three clocks at the front. Immediate panic.

My little first-year friend was sitting outside the hall. She asked me, "Who's having exams now?"
"Me," I said. "Tomorrow. It's the mocks."
"Ugh," she said, then added, "My birthday's on my exams in June."
"Mine, too," I said - "Next week."
Then I walked off and tried not to think of revision.

"On Christmas morning, outside was boring, all was hopeless in this home..."