ENTRY N°14: Tuesday 14th May 2012

It's the day of my DELF exam! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Actually, I didn't really mean that ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! because for some reason I'm not that nervous. It's not because I think I'm going to pass no problem or anything similarly arrogant, in fact I have no idea what it is. Yesterday I had a full blown argument with my parents about my GCSE options for next year, so I'm not in a fabulous exam killing mood.
Actually, that argument was really odd. I think it was about my being demotivated (POSSESSIVE GERUND! YES!!!) See, I'm not demotivated. I just looked up whether that was a possessive gerund or not.
Grammar is one of those really nice things that have clear rules and nice meanings. It's like a frame network of cleanliness and comfort. It also makes much more sense than a human ever did.
Anyway, it was something to do with my language options - we were filling in a form and I said that I wouldn't MIND doing Ancient Greek and my Dad then told me that if he'd been given the option of doing Latin or similar when he was my age, he would have jumped for it. I'm not quite sure how that ended with my mother calling Nerdfighteria "THE TWILIGHT SAGA!" and me trying to tell her to stick something quite rude where the sun doesn't shine through my facial expressions - but there you go. I'm not sure if I'll be able to spend much time in this wonderful land anymore as my father is threatening to teach me additional maths.
I should have known this would happen. I haven't even started my GCSE year yet and I'm doing extra work.
Yours quite crossly,

SM

MOTORHOME FUND: Whatever it was before plus a tenner! Oh yes!

DREAMS: Pass DELF well. Find the courage to use permanent marker on parent's faces. Don't die horribly.