school?? No thanks, not this year.
Right. So, all my muscles are aching, 'cause I swam yesterday. And if you haven't really trained in two months, butterfly-storke is a total, complete bitch. But, hopefully, it'll be worth it in the end :] *fingers crossed*
on other news, school starts on Wednesday for me. And honestly, I have no real issues with school, or, well... I haven't had for the last eight years anyway. But I'm so close to getting down on my knees in front of whoever could do anything and beg them to please, please, please not put me back in school! I really don't want to anymore!!
I mean, firstly, all of my closest friends in school are a year older than me, so they've changed school now, so I mean, whoop-di-fucking-doodle. Now what? I know I still have a few people to hang out with in my grade, but they're honestly not much fun in comparison.It's gonna be a drag, fer sure!!
Secondly, I'm not having my favourite teahcer anymore. Nope, no such luck. I mean, I've had this dude for five or six years now, the only teacher I've had for that long, and he's been my favourite teacher all the way through it. And of course I'm happy that he got a son and that he's got the possibility to be home for a year for his kid's sake. But why this year!?! When I'm actually getting my final grades, and I'm apparantly enough of a pessimist to believe that either I'll hate the new dude or he/she'll hate me. Both is also a possibility.
Thirdly, I'm having my old Spanish teacher. She's good and all, and nice, too. But the girl we had this past year, Paola?? Everyone's so dull compared. She was so much fun and such a lively person and she had our humor and laughed with us and it was great. And she was an amazing tutor, too, I've learned so much from her. So, yaay, to that too.
Fourthly(?), pressure, pressure, pressure and stress. That's what I have a feeling it'll be. A lot of deadlines and big projects at the same time as you have to decide what to study next, what you wanna do. And those two questions have been bothering me for years, and I'm so scared I'll mess up and end up as this broke, crazy woman with 56 cats.
But yeah. Hopefully it'll be a bit fun, still. Good news; I'm seeing The Wombats in October and hopefully also Elliot Minor in December. *fingers crossed* Someone give me some good news to cheer me up??