Drop the What?

Dear You,

I had my first exam today. Maths. Funnily enough, we were being tested on a unit we finished learning in DECEMBER. Also 'humorous' was the fact that there was an exam on the topic in January, but OH NO, obviously sitting it, along with its two other unit exams, was a much better idea.

I actually thought it went alright, but I don't like to dwell on exams, because what can you do?

I finished it quite quickly (unsure of how I feel about that) so I mused upon what I shall continue through to A2 (say that out loud- it rhymes). Obviously Drama, seeing as it's the only subject I'm any good at/enjoy, but what else? If I take Lit., I'll be subject to the dreary pretentiousness of war poetry and Hamlet, struggling to find some meaning in a flippant use of the word 'blue', and wishing that Shakespeare never existed. On the other hand, if I dropped Lang., I'd spend a year thinking 'all of these language theories are bullshit,' as well as running the risk of having a teacher that thinks that only stupid people took language- ironically, so did he (presumably), yet when questioned for their favourite books on their first day, some responses included Twilight and Russell Brand's autobiography. I said that my favourite book was called 'Shades Of Grey', yet quickly regretted this revelation as everybody ran to judge my based upon their assumption that the number 50 was involved. It wasn't, and the proper Shades of Grey, by Jasper Fforde, is a cracking book, that you should really read, You.

Maybe I should drop Maths. Strangely, although it is the only subject I took where one can get either a right or wrong answer, I seem to be doing worst in it. And frankly, I'm unsure of the necessity to know how to differentiate an expression; HOW IS THAT GOING TO COME IN USEFUL?? I don't enjoy Maths as much, either- I have fun in the Englishes.

Well, I've got until results day- that time when four letters have the ability to reduce me to a crying mess or turn me into a grinning buffoon. I fucking hope it's the latter.

Yours finally-stressed-by-examsedly,

M.

P.S. Had that concert yesterday. People commented that they COULD hear the flutes during the collaboration, so a big 'up yours' to the conductors, even though it was only true because we played as loudly as possible, perhaps compromising our tuning...

P.P.S. Apparently there's a rumour going round that I've got a boyfriend. I'm sure that all the guys were disappointed when they heard it, but I must stress that I am very much dans le shelf, and probably destined to stay that way until they haul my rotting carcass into the bargain bin, probably to the delight of Busted (see previous post). Anyway, it's not true, so if you're still interested, and vaguely nice/attractive, drop me a line. Please. Love me.