Amyelia

It is exactly two weeks until James arrives in Melbourne. It’s almost too much to bear having to go through another fourteen days of waiting, even though I’ve had enough practice for the last five months! There’s only three more days of school, and assessments, to get through and I’m done with BHIT for the semester. Except, of course, that I must go back next Tuesday to re-enrol for my Diploma. How exciting.

My friend’s been accusing me of taking this sheet she says she gave me last week (which is one she apparently needs to look at for our test on Friday), and I’ve looked everywhere for it (which I told her), I can’t find it and she still insists I have it! What is wrong with people when it’s almost crunch time? They want to find scapegoats for why they didn’t do well? I’m sorry to say this but I ain’t going to be a stupid excuse for anybody’s lack. I have enough trouble keeping my own grades up, and someone wants to stress me out because they lost their stupid notes and need to find someone else to blame?! ARGH!

Okay, rant is over. If she keeps going on about it, I might just be tempted to give her a nice, bone-crunching one between the eyes. So much for being friends, eh?

-Amyelia