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Nov 07, 2007 21:38

Bad mood. 147 spam messages. Sick of it. How did I somehow disable my anti-spam thingymajig?

Never mind! What news since Monday night? Well, yesterday was a crappy and emotional day. I moved down to Pass Maths, only to discover that the class is extremely noisy and disruptive. I was sort of expecting this, but anyway. My headache wasn't helping matters. I was already making plans to go back to Honours Maths. When I got home I cried, and told my mother that the class is too noisy and I felt stupid or something being in there. (Which is silly of me, because Honours Maths is ridiculously hard.) My mother then made me feel better about being in that class, as she does.

I cheered up later when I got to go horse riding, even though Ted was acting up a bit and being stubborn. And a girl fell off! It was actually sort of funny - she frightened the horse by waving the whip around a bit, the horse took off, and when it stopped she grabbed onto the back of the saddle, making the whole thing slip underneath the horse. So obviously she couldn't stay on. But she just laughed and got back on.

When I got home I started studying Biology for the test that was today, and then I started crying AGAIN and then I said that I was tired and couldn't sleep at night. (I think I was just feeling sorry for myself by that stage.) But I had warm milk and managed to get to sleep earlier than normal last night.

Today: Biology test went OK. In English Mrs Y said that I had 'gone to the dogs altogether'. Just because I forgot my poetry book! Then she corrected my comparitive studies essay and gave it 59%, so I have to re-do it! I'll show her...I'll re-write that essay and make it the best essay I've ever written and that'll show her...*muttermutter*

And even though I had quite a lot of homework as well as having to study for an Irish test tomorrow, I feel cheerful enough. Pass Maths is easy peasy lemon squeezy. And there's no school on Friday. Woohoo!

school, horse riding, homework

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