Every time I read back an earlier post, it sounds utterly terrible. This one will sound terrible when I read it back next time I come back here. Ah well. At least nobody reads this blog so I'm not too embarrassed.
So, this week, this week... I still haven't snapped out of my daydream crazy mood. Am starting to think it's a teenager thing. Something that's definitely a teenager issue is the spot the size of Brazil that's appeared on my face. Ah well. I can hide behind my huge photography sketchbook (that I still haven't completed) until it goes down.
School is getting completely crazy. Apart from the sketchbook, I'm reading french texts, finally getting to grips with calculus and trying to get my head round crazy physics. If this is what A Levels are like, what would a degree be like? In fact, what will I take a degree in? Will I even take a degree at all?
Oh, speaking of which, another qualification is coming up: my Diploma in Performance of the Violin. It couldn't be more different to the grades. For my grades all I had to do was the pieces, a few scales and tests, and that was it. Now I have to write a bit about the pieces and have a well-informed discussion with the examiner... which is scaring me a bit. I'm not informed at the best of times, but writing the programme isn't actually that bad. I've been instructed to make it as interesting as possible, so I'm doing research only on the bits that I find the most interesting. One of my pieces was composed when the composer was my age! Well, now that's written down it doesn't seem quite so interesting, but it was quite a revelation when I first saw it.
So yeah. I'm going to go have dinner, and then carry on whatever that hell I was doing before I started writing this. Happy fireworks night, by the way.
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