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Yesterday was not one of the better days of my life. My mother and I had a blazing row - I can't even remember what it was about exactly - in which I threw something and deliberately knocked over a glass of milk on the table. (That's my stupid temper for ya.) My mother screamed at me that I could go and live with my father. I went upstairs and scratched one of my arms till it was raw and burning. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do. Emos do that. It's not like me at all. When my mother and I made up we talked about a lot of things. She didn't mean to be so hurtful, and I was just stressed out from not being able to sleep and the upcoming Mocks. I feel a lot happier than I have recently, but I'm mad with myself now for worrying Mammy about the arm thing. Why did I do that? Why?
I'll probably have to talk to my mother about it properly soon. For now, everything is OK.
The school reports came yesterday. Mine was good, except I have to improve in all areas of Art to do as well as the teacher expects me to in June.
This morning our Biology class went to my future university (hopefully) in Maynooth for a day of brushing up on our experiments, helped by post-graduate students. It wasn't the most exciting of days, but it was helpful and it wasn't a long day. Ms T ate with us at lunch, and knocked a bottle of water onto me, LOL. She apologised profusely, but I assured her that I am clumsy in just about everything I do. She then told me about how the former principal of our school, who had also been a Science teacher, was the clumsiest man she'd ever met. He was forever smashing expensive equipment in the lab. I was astonished. Mr F always seemed so cool and collected!
In the Maynooth lab there were dissected rabbits on display, as well as a variety of animal skulls. The cat one was most disturbing.
I had a weird dream the other night in which I was in Iraq (it didn't look like Iraq, it looked like a pretty wood) and my mother sent me a cheque to buy Teddy with, the horse I ride at the school, but some Iraq man took the cheque off me and I threw a bowl at him and he threw a bowl at the back of my head and it really hurt. OK, WHAT???
I'm going to be busy for the next few weeks. Observe:
Tomorrow: Some college talk in the school
Monday: The Geography class is going to a river to...do stuff and, er, measure stuff. I'm not really sure...but I hope someone falls in. (Not me.)
Then soon we're going to Galway University to do some Geography revision course, and next week we're going to Sligo for the Irish quiz, and the day before the Mocks we're going to Galway to see the Irish play we're studying and then there are the Mocks themselves. I feel tired at the thought of all this, um, county trotting.
That's all for now, I guess. Slán!
I'll probably have to talk to my mother about it properly soon. For now, everything is OK.
The school reports came yesterday. Mine was good, except I have to improve in all areas of Art to do as well as the teacher expects me to in June.
This morning our Biology class went to my future university (hopefully) in Maynooth for a day of brushing up on our experiments, helped by post-graduate students. It wasn't the most exciting of days, but it was helpful and it wasn't a long day. Ms T ate with us at lunch, and knocked a bottle of water onto me, LOL. She apologised profusely, but I assured her that I am clumsy in just about everything I do. She then told me about how the former principal of our school, who had also been a Science teacher, was the clumsiest man she'd ever met. He was forever smashing expensive equipment in the lab. I was astonished. Mr F always seemed so cool and collected!
In the Maynooth lab there were dissected rabbits on display, as well as a variety of animal skulls. The cat one was most disturbing.
I had a weird dream the other night in which I was in Iraq (it didn't look like Iraq, it looked like a pretty wood) and my mother sent me a cheque to buy Teddy with, the horse I ride at the school, but some Iraq man took the cheque off me and I threw a bowl at him and he threw a bowl at the back of my head and it really hurt. OK, WHAT???
I'm going to be busy for the next few weeks. Observe:
Tomorrow: Some college talk in the school
Monday: The Geography class is going to a river to...do stuff and, er, measure stuff. I'm not really sure...but I hope someone falls in. (Not me.)
Then soon we're going to Galway University to do some Geography revision course, and next week we're going to Sligo for the Irish quiz, and the day before the Mocks we're going to Galway to see the Irish play we're studying and then there are the Mocks themselves. I feel tired at the thought of all this, um, county trotting.
That's all for now, I guess. Slán!