I am skipping school.
My cell phone alarm didn't go off at 8 as I had told it to. I woke up at almost 10 and took a shower.
Now it's time to study for the biology exam. I've read through all the chapters. Time to do the study guide she gave us with the vocab. and study questions. Then look over the short answer and essay questions she (already) gave us.
I am officially going to University of Reading, near London. We called UCAS and had them withdraw my application to Keele University so that I could send my official reply.
Firm apply to University of Reading and Insurance to University of East Anglia.
Now it's on to housing.
This feels very nice.
After the bio exam have to run over to the church and help out with making the Gay Pride banner with Interweave.
Then home for studying Spanish because my final is tomorrow morning.
Troubles with Youth Pride, too. That's Saturday. Mr. Williamson can't take us. Trying to figure something out.
Snoopy, you wanna come or are you working? I know we mentioned clubbing Saturday night and I realized, duh, BAGLY prom is Saturday night! Which is basically just clubbing minus the alcohol and plus many (queer) people our age! So it would be perfect even if you could only make it to the dance. And since Toast isn't too old yet (pretty sure) she could still come too.
Anyway. Mum's making me one of my favorite meals so I'm going to check my Spanish grade, get off, and go do some more studying.
Dear Lucky Fork,
Please help me. These are some of my last tests! We can do it, chyeah?
So. I studied lots.
Met with Snoopy and dropped my brother off at tennis after we berated him for being a jerk because he has been.
Went and grabbed coffee and made general fools of ourselves. When I stepped out of the van it was really windy and I said, "Ohnoes, a monsoon!" and then my skirt (which is a sarong I just tie at my left hip) flew up in my face and I flashed everyone. And Snoopy was laughing to tears and we both fell against the car laughing. Then I had a coffee and then Toast refilled it for free so I had two.
Drove home, studied more, said, "I'm going to die!" a lot and there was great peril.
Went to class early and hung out with Grace and Nick and Prof. Crowley. Came in ranting, "Why did I let myself drink two cups of a diuretic? So dumb!" and she laughed. We talked and mentioned the coffee thing and she said, "Nicole, Nicole, Nicole, what am I going to do with you?" in that motherly fashion that I love from teachers. I didn't even flinch at my "name." Still don't like it.
Think I did well on the exam. Finished in an hour and a half, give or take--but probably took less time with the actual test. Afterward I walked out with Grace and we high-fived and giggled and skipped and congratulated ourselves on being done. Then she shouted, "Look, our friends are here!" and we ran out to greet Deb and her best friend (can't remember the name). We gave our email addresses and there was much rejoicing.
I talked with them, went back in with them and pestered Prof. Crowley, came out and they left. I sang to the trees and went to Interweave.
Michael gave me my prayer shawl! I love it. We finished the banner and I got to write "Interweave" on it. There was much joking. I gave out the invitations for my graduation party. June 8th at my house. People should commmmme.
Came home and had emails from Renae. Angry with myself for getting annoyed. Wish she would just look up the cost of the T if she wanted to know. Or make decisions for herself too. But I guess I have too many hopes and not enough time.
Sent out a GSA email.
Now I have to study for bio and study for my Spanish final and what a surprise, not a lot of sleep again.
I'm also sick of having the Internet not work on anything but Da and Dweeb's computers because I hate their computers and it's so much easier to just turn on the computer in my room, use it, and turn it off again. Plus the light in this room stinks.
Plus Keele University emailed me saying my application will be automatically rejected if they don't get my transcript (even though Mrs. Rogers said she sent it) which means they didn't get the withrdawal yet and I just feel really guilty because this situation is dumb and I've made a fool of myself to the one university that counts to my father.
And of course now that I've spent far too much time on Da's computer, my Internet is magically back when it's been gone for days.
I replied to Keele in a Cool and Composed way.
I checked my Spanish grade. To maintain an A in the course I have to get a 314/400. (Last semester I got a 348, but I had studied a LOT. Doubt I'll get a 314.) To get a B I have to get 164/400 (much more attainable). To get a C I have to get 14/400 (I would basically have to forget how to spell my name to get that or less). So my guess is that'll I'll probably pull a B for the course, which is impressive since it has just been a background course that didn't count for anything.
I'm pretty much far too lazy to re-learn the preterit forms and irregulars and all that junk. I'm just not thinking it's worth it.
Plus Renae keeps emailing me giving me the same information and saying, "reply as soon as you can" and I'm like WTFrak? I keep emailing you the same information and that I DON'T KNOW and that we'll TALK ABOUT IT IN PERSON TOMORROW and I keep getting "reply as soon as you can." Reply WHAT? The information that I tell you I don't have and can't have until tomorrow?! Gods. I shouldn't be this frustrated.
I know it's because I'm a tired and I'm a grump and I'm stressed.
Guess I'm back to my regular Thursday tradition. No sleep on Thursdays.
I don't want to take my Spanish final tomorrow. I think at this point I'll just make sure to take a long time on it so I don't have to take my Bio quiz until Monday morning (when Spanish will be officially over).
But knowing me I'll study anyway.
Why can't I just be like everyone else in my course and not care? Why do I have to do so well just because the Professor likes me and I've maintained a 94 through the course? Why did she have to call me her "soul mate" a few weeks ago so now I'll feel like crap if I disappoint her? Why am I so worried about all of this?
Guess I'm Kiwi. Well, that's life for me. Sigh.