The fault, my dear, is not in our stars

While my (long) absence was certainly long, it was not uncalled for. There is a little thing in this world called exams that has been bothering me ever since I made the journey into high school.

I have realized, during my numerous sessions of mouth yoga (where you stretch your mouth as wide as you can to see just how much it will open) that I am not really studying all the time, although it definitely feels like I am. Rather, I am thinking  about studying all the time which makes it seem like I really am. Swimming has taken a backseat (huzza!) and sadly, so have other things that are not studying, like going on the occasional walk or baking meringues (which are good, by the way, even if they do smell a bit egg-y).

Et pour aggraver les choses, I am not able to decide whether or not my music choice really is my own, and if this is even good. (I don't even know why I am listening to French music, but it's really addicting). And then there's the whole issue of "I'm looking forward to summer so much that I'm not focusing on school, which should be my priority right now". Exams started today. I had to do my oral French exam and my teacher scolded me for wanting to go to Antarctica (Her: What's your dream destination? Me: I want to go to Antarctica. Her: WHY? THE FOOD'S AWFUL THERE!). She also seems to have this problem with this really good Italian restaurant in my area which everyone loves. Apparently, whenever she asks someone their favorite cuisine, they say 'Italian'.

There's also the slight problem with my constant urge to write songs, and most of them are in French (Is that good?) And involve people falling in love with stars (Well, not exactly). Oh, well. My lactose intolerance is getting a bit annoying because I am now forced to eat my cereal with soymilk and who likes soymilk? Bleck.

Also, I'm discovering more music that I like, which is lovely, and more people that I don't like, which is not lovely. School seems to be trying to ruin my life. I've been getting D's in English and Biology, which is pretty awful and the A's in the other subjects aren't doing anything to cheer me up.

Sometimes I feel awful for feeling awful when I don't get highest in the class. It's a very awful feeling (Never would have guessed, would you?). Alas, I think I have run out of things to write. Whatever you do, don't approach my French teacher with Italian food, especially from the Italian restaurant in my neighborhood.

"If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
  If not, why then, this parting was well made."
--
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act V Scene I