These letters to you aren't much, I know
I had my interview today and I received some good news
# I got an A+ for my Theatre exam
# I got an A for my Drama exam
# I got an A for my Music exam
# I am accepted into Theatre Extensions
Yet I'm not quite as excited as I should or could be. I was. Oh believe me, when I saw that shiny A+ bouncing around that piece of paper I wanted to bounce off the walls. But I'd just has another fight and I was scared I couldn't tell her and she wouldn't be proud of me because she was just that angry. But it's okay now. It's all sorted and I should be bouncing. But the truth is, the A's aren't A+'s and I was threatened that if I fell behind in my studies I would have to give up Extensions. See, Extensions isn't a VCE accredited subject, it is a course set by the students in the class that year. Basically the VCAA doesn't set the course and most schools don't even offer it. Therefore it won't contribute to my ENTER score, therefore I can stand to give it up. Or can I? What's funny, though, is that even with this threat I won't apply myself and I'd get a half arsed result purely because I'm starting to stop caring. The unfair thing is that it's not if I think I'm falling behind and not doing "as well as I can", it'll be because THEY think I'm fucking up when, really, I CAN'T DO ANY BETTER SO STOP FUCKING TRYING TO FORCE AND BEAT IT OUT OF ME. This year has fucked my arse.
My knuckles are interesting shades of blue and green and purple and brown. I quite like it. It makes for a nice colour combination. I can't wait to crack these motherfuckers.
"How can I live when we are parted?"