This time, there's no one to blame, just hold on to me. Tell me that you know Today I went home with the feeling of not feeling quite well, and in fact during the second hour I realized that I could not hold a pen or raise their arms, I had a headache and vomiting I drilled the brain. I tried to hide everything, thinking of waiting for change now to go get something to eat and recover, but before I could think I burst into tears because I could hardly breathe. Then I called my father, who was a wedge for an extraordinary coincidence and came to pick me up. At eleven o'clock I was home. I did not understand exactly what happened, I believe that the responsibility was all the cycle, I only know that at some point I was holding on longer legs. I slept all afternoon, I woke up at five o'clock, I took a shower and here I am.
Tomorrow is awesome check greek and a bit 'more worried than usual. I pronouns I have not understood, do not recognize the future and I can not find errors in sentences that seem normal. But as anxious person, I decided that I do not have to worry about school, and how it will go. Meanwhile Wednesday questioned me and I took seven and a half, then in theory - but only in theory - at least I know what I do. On the whole school is going pretty well, after all. I also got eight in Latin, when questioned in surprise, half past seven in the infamous question of French literature - and I can finally burn the damn book, senz'offesa to Maupassant, are others who have made me hate - and nine in English During a conversation a bit 'dragged on Edgar Allan Poe, which are still riuscita a concludere senza errori enormi.
Hanno aperto il registro elettronico e sono andata a sbirciare, tanto per accorgermi che la mia simpaticissima supplente di matematica, ormai andata via da due settimane, non ha registrato la verifica con cui avevo, dopo tanti sforzi, recuperato il mio quattro e mezzo. Vedrò di parlarne con la professoressa appena la vedo, perché visto che la media la fa il computer, non oso pensare cosa potrebbe succedere alla mia pagella.
Mancano meno di due mesi al mio sedicesimo compleanno e mi preoccupa che allora sarò completamente slegata dall'obbligo scolastico. Non che mi verrebbe mai in mente di lasciare la scuola, ma c'è un desiderio crescente, in this period, to have economic independence, which gives me a beating heart the idea of finding a job and get my money, without having to ask. Not that I do not my show, and although over half of my pocket money dizzy peers are nothing, I just fine. But it makes me ask doverglieli guilt, knowing that struggle to arrive no later this month, but in half, and even before. It's a little 'this, in short: I want my money, and I think very often about what would happen if after school, offers permitting, go to work instead of university. I hope that in three years, I still like it too much to study, because The temptation is very, very strong. And I get the feeling of potermela alone out there in the world of adults.
