Just another name

One more day of finals to go! I just spent two and a half hours studying Statistics and although I more or less understand it already, I’m still quite worried that my brain might freeze up during the exam. I hate it when I understand how it all works when I study, and then forget everything once the exam paper is laid down in front of me. I hope I at least get a decent grade.

Our exams today were relatively easy. Physics was all multiple-choice, and I had a bonus of thirty points in my English exam for being a part of the school play. The Health finals kicked ass. Only the honor students really study for Health; it’s not a very impotrant subject like English or Physics. Nobody expected it to be so difficult though, so basically everyone ended up copying answers from everyone else. And I don’t mean like we were looking discreetly at the paper of the girl next to us. People were comapring answers or standing up to look at the papers of the honor students who cooperated with us. And with so many people trading answers loudly, you don’t even have to do any asking yourself. All you have to do is sit, listen, and you’d be able to complete the test in no time. Our teacher didn’t even care. Whoo-hoo, I finally found something that I will seriously miss about high school. Mass-copying.

I’m thinking of starting a new business. A clothes/costume/gown rental business. Someone’s borrowing my blue gown again for a debut and instead of being annoyed, I’m actually quite flattered that people like it. I sort of designed it myself. It sucks that we won’t be having a grad ball at my school and that I wasn’t invited to go to one. I wanted to have this really beautiful scarlet medieval dress made, and it’s the kind of dress you can only wear for a formal. Unfortunately, it looks like I’m not gonna be having that dress made anytime soon unless my folks allow me to get a new gown for Gide’s debut.

A week from now I will be turning seventeen. I know I probably have no right to say this, but I’ll say it anyway: I feel old. Actually, I don’t feel old. Rather, I feel like I’m too young to be turning seventeen. I’m still not the long-legged goddess I envisioned myself to be. I’m still very immature in so many ways. I can’t be turning seventeen yet!