About nerves and THE REST OF MY LIFE.

Right now I am in some kind of pre-nervous breakdown state, gobbling delicious frozen grapes and watching Desperate Housewives like a mindless zombie. Tomorrow it all goes down. Tomorrow is the day THE REST OF MY LIFE WILL BE DECIDED. Okay, that was a bit melodramatic. It is my nerves. You see in Norway we have a crazy exam system, I’m not gonna explain it because it is weird and difficult and unnecessary and you’ll get ored. (I left out the b for you amusement.) Basically, there are 120 students in the second year of my school, and about 95 of them are done with school right now and can start partying, while us 25 or so others have another week of school. Yeah, unfair. And stupid. But anyways, there are 5 subjects I can have my oral exam in; my dream-subject is English (guaranteed A or B) my horror-subject is Spanish (No comprendo. Soy un perdedor. Taco. Margharita. That is all the Spanish I speak.)

And tomorrow at nine o’clock, I’ll get to know in which subject I have my oral exam. I’ll probably cry. And then die. And then I’ll buy one of the last chocolate muffins still left in the school canteen and get to work, because I’m nailing this exam baby.

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