Diary of an English student

I am a housewife.

Its a thought that's been going round my head for a while, but I think it's now official.

I cook, clean, wash, work... I even organise the rest of my family into action and give them a sore ear when help is not forthcoming.

Odd behaviour for a seventeen year old, you might think.

As do I.

Surely, as a (supposedly) hormonal and (definitely) taking A-levels teenager, I deserve to lie around, doing very little to help and shut myself away in my room from time to time?

Surely?

But no, it appears not.

I'm not complaining. It's just the way I have been brought up - to organise things.

Ironic really, as I'm such a horrendous decision - maker.

If I lived in the 50s, someone would probably tell me I'd make an excellent wife one day.

But if my love life in the 50s were to be anything like it is at the present time, I doubt I'd ever find out if that's true.

So I'll just have to be a career woman I suppose. Sigh.

Tomorrow is the day when exams REALLY begin.

Alright, so I've already had two. But really, they are small fry compared to the joy (!) that starts tomorrow.

It's History - source paper on Edward VI and Mary I - my favourite - and then Latin - unseen translations of Caesar and Ovid's Metamorphoses. Woop.

And what makes it all the more fun is that they are actually scheduled to be at the same time, which means I am in a clash group and I'm not allowed to speak to anyone not also in that clash group. Great.

But despite all this seemingly horrific jazz, I still feel lucky, and even a bit guilty for not having MORE exams tomorrow. Which isn't possible really, but anyway. Because everyone who does Maths, or Biology, or History, or even General studies, has exams tomorrow as well (at least, as I understand it). So that's just HORRIBLE. And lots of people are getting very stressed and it seems to be getting to people a bit.

In addition, I have arrived at the ridiculous quandary of worrying that I'm not worrying enough.

This time tomorrow, 4 of my 11 exams will be over. Come this time Monday, only 3 will remain. All of which require SERIOUS revision.

Next Tuesday is already looking like it's going to be *rather* stressful.

It's been a while since I last told you, dear readers, all about my life - but I don't think you've missed me, so I won't bother to go into all the heart-wrenching emotional detail about why.

What I will say is 2 exams down, a mere 9 to go. Should be a breeze. God smite me down if I should lie.

*thunderbolt*

Who'd have thought that the internet existed in heaven? It really is everywhere. Amazing.

Ahem.

Now that exams are actually happening, it feels as though I can see the end of them. Which means all sorts of nice things (and one or two not nice things) are on the horizon, steaming along and hopefully turning up soon. Like my birthday party extravaganza, and birthday itself.. and Hamlet (squeeee!) and summer school and family holiday. Not to mention my driving test and Results Day. (I told you not to mention that). Sorry.

So, roll on summer, is what I say. And also, may all your exams go well and your life be generally groovy.

And go and see Black Sheep productions, 'I, Lear'. It's hysterical, even if the clothing is a little too sparse for comfort/decency at times.

Thank you and goodnight.

Continuing the alphabetical alliteration theme to at least some extent, I begin my blog.

Broccoli. Yes. It's aubergine all over again, only on a slightly less epic scale. We had to go hunting for one on the way home from Daniella's riding lesson so that we could make tea tonight, which required said vegetable. Honestly. No matter how hard my mother tries, there is always something she forgets, or doesn't buy enough of, or absent mindedly uses for another purpose. I could mention mushrooms here.. but that would only be relevant to people living in my house over the last week, and they probably didn't notice that my mother was eating her way through a 500g box of mushrooms that were meant to be used for a family meal in any case.

But anyway. I digress. Onwards - to boredom.

This is the inevitable outcome of a day spent revising History. I know, I know - I seem to do nothing else. Actually, I do a lot of different things for revision - for instance, on Saturday, work was really quiet, so I translated a few chapters of Caesar's Gallic Wars, AND I did a translation of Cicero, AND I did a translation from Ovid, AND I started one from Livy. But for some reason, you guys only ever seem to hear about the riveting historical topics I study. Sorry.

And finally, departing from my theme a little here but never mind, because it deserves a mention, silly Americans.

Yesterday, Eric posted a site on my Facebook wall - he said check this out, its really ludicrous. So I did, and it was. *This* was a 'correct pronunciation guide'. Written in 1998. HOW, I ask, can people hold such prescriptivist, ANAL views about peoples language usage? It's actually insane.

I was so incensed by his lunacy that I wrote the author of the page an email telling him (in what I thought were icily polite terms) why he was so mad.

He sent something rather snotty back to me this morning, to which I replied (in a more friendly manner, I might add), to which he also replied. I haven't bothered replying to this one, because it's mostly just a plug of his *amazing* spelling system, called fanetik, or some such thing. For all that he writes with great authority, he sounds like a bit of an amateur manipulating the facts to suit his theories and his opinions are a bit too 18th century for my taste.

But it has shown me what a wonderful thing the internet is - I could never have told an author how indignant I was about his work, nor had such a swift reply, nor be telling you guys about it like this, without it!