Life, yeah?

mood: apathetic

music: REDEMPTION - Gackt

I feel obliged to share:
 

"25 minutes to 4, and I am part-way through a maths test. So why am I writing if I should be doing maths? Because it calls for it. I don't know how other minds work, but when a class is silent and the ticking of the clock is growing louder, driving you to wits end, I want to go to another place, where I am not confined by another's will and subjected to a seconds tick. Somewhere I have my own freedom to express whatever it may be without so much as a second thought to what I am saying or who might come across it.

I try not to alienate people.

As to where this is going, I have no idea.

I keep glancing over to the maths paper, debating whether I want to attempt another question or not.
...Who am I kidding? I've well and truly given up. But no matter; Sometimes mistakes can help you to learn. I've made this mistake before but I think doing it again has reinforced its effect. 

I am too stupid to get away with not revising. End of discussion.

What will I do once I get home? I guess I must assume the role of both the conscientious mother and the rebellious teenager. A paradox, however entertaining.
My mother decided she would go away for a week, and tell me and my father the day before she left, i.e., today. Granted, she only decided yesterday morning, I am still quite miffed at her timing. This test is the second one I have had, in a vast line of tests planned for the future. This weekend, I was planning on redeeming my self-belief by going through all the work I have done up to the present day of my A-levels, and rewrite my notes in a more concise and mind-numbing 'Revision Folder', comprising of blood, sweat, more blood, and an ocean of tears."