Sometimes I wish I could play in a movie with Helena Bonham Carter, even if the only interaction we have is her torturing me and scarring mudblood in my skin.

I thought I had gotten away. After all it is March, a spring month. I really believed that I would survive this winter without it. But no, that proved too much to ask. It all started on Monday. A headache. A normal headache. I didn’t suspect a thing. How naive. The headache kept on going strong on Tuesday. I went to the gym and spend an hour with a throbbing brain. But whatev’s right? I drank water, ate dairy and went to bed early. The best things to cure a headache. Wednesday i woke up with the same aching temples. Plus something more. A sore throat. That’s when it dawned on me. This was no normal headache. Dammit.

I almost survived this year without it, but in the days that would (hopefully) be the last winter days this school year, I got a cold. So here I am, sniffing, sneezing and coughing my way through Norwegian and Spanish. Washing my hands a lot to prevent me from getting all my classmates sick. Listening half-heartedly to people who talk to me, trying to look them in the face, but I usually end up staring at them with my drooling mouth hanging half open. Delicious, ey? But, the school day is almost over, then I can go the supermarket, sneeze on the veggies, buy groceries, try to walk home, make dinner and then, hopefully, ignoring my homework and the gym, go to bed. Please excuse me now; I am going to continue trying not to scare everyone away. Whoops. I need a tissue.