this past week...
At the same time in every month I find myself in an emotional mess: holding back tears; shouting at my sisters; and always, always wanting cuddles.
My evenings have been spent with Misty Cat and Slush, crying over my terrible prelim results. I have missed out on tons of hugs because papa is adamant that I must pass maths, even though I hate, hate, hate the awful subject.
Chemistry this week was spent drawing pictures of rainbows, catching up on French homework, and making up revision stories with S about The Adventures Of Benzene Slug.
My class and I have also been cast in the annual chemistry class pantomime: Alice's Adventures In Wonderland. I won my place as Alice not just because of my name, but also because I thought that a collection of evaporating basins were teacups. R is the Mad Hatter, and we all firmly agreed that he was perfect for the role. Best Friend in Queen of Hearts, simply because she wanted to be. G is Dormouse, because he's always sleepy and not-quite-with-it, and S is Cheshire Cat, because she's always smirking away to herself in the most horrible manner.
Breaktimes have been quiet, with each of us worrying over our sixth year options and how much money we can afford to take to London.
I spent biology trying awfully hard not to smile as I learnt about Regeneration, and then childishly giggling at myself when I read Annual Rings as Anal Rings, and instantly thought of Torchwood.
English I spent in constant fear of my terrible prelim mark that I knew would shortly come. I had to try terribly hard not to cry over a ghastly essay mark, but then I did a tiny bit better in the second easy, and a whole lot better in the close reading so that I ended up only seven marks away from an A-pass. Of course, I didn't manage to beat S, but in English I don't think I ever will.
I had the most beautiful heart-to-heart with Best Friend, when she revealed that in English she too had been trying hard not to cry, and that she thought it must have been obvious from the way her voice kept going all high, when, in reality, I was just as worried about my voice, which I was sure kept breaking. We both giggled as we realised that neither had noticed the other's voice at all.
Lunchtimes were spent cooped up inside, apart from Thursday, when it was finally warm enough to sit on the grass. Of course, it wasn't quite dry enough, so we all got wet patches on our bums, but when you live in the south west of Scotland, you quickly learn that "summer" begins in March and is over by early June. Such is the nature of our climate.
There has of course been heaps and heaps of wonderful French that is too terrifying to think about. But be rest asssured that I am enjoying my Astérix book immensely.