Fed up.
Okaaay. On Monday I'm having the final oral test, and I'm scared. I really am. Or better, I keep saying myself I'm not scared, I'm not scared, I'm not scared, and actually a part of my brain thinks I'm not scared.
Unluckily, the other half makes me trambling, and I find my hands shaking, and I have a shortness of breath.
So, I just want Monday to come quickly, so that everything will be over. I'm fed up with these exams.
I've only been writing about exams lately. Oh, how boring!
And moreover tonight, instead of hanging out with some friends and having fun, I'm going to work. Helly the barmaid is back, after almost a year. I won't even remember where all the drinks are. Yeh. But I need some money, and staying at the bar is better than staying at the restaurant, serving food. So.
Unluckily, the other half makes me trambling, and I find my hands shaking, and I have a shortness of breath.
So, I just want Monday to come quickly, so that everything will be over. I'm fed up with these exams.
I've only been writing about exams lately. Oh, how boring!
And moreover tonight, instead of hanging out with some friends and having fun, I'm going to work. Helly the barmaid is back, after almost a year. I won't even remember where all the drinks are. Yeh. But I need some money, and staying at the bar is better than staying at the restaurant, serving food. So.