A Journal by Caraline Chrissy.
Dear Diary, 12th/06/10
Today was horrible! Not the 'Oh My Gosh!' horrible the 'Ahhhhh!' horrible. After I came back from JAC, Mum and Dad looked at my O.C test results from last week. It was 21/35 and 14/35. Then in the car, they kept saying to each other, "Caraline just doesn't look at the question properly." Well, he-llo! Me? Me not looking at the question properly? I was just about to call out, "You don't understand!!!" but I kept my mouth shut because we have reached McDonald's to buy me a fish o fillet meal. Mum was looking angry and so was dad. When we got home mum kept on and on saying to dad, "She just won't get the question- Once learned; Once forgotten." Then, "The questions must be easy, she just won't think!" ha-ha. Great joke. But I solemnly swear that I did try my best and-and I thought about it and I looked at the question properly. If I say all of those words, my parents will be like, "Stop it Caraline-I know you, you will always forget everything!" I wondered if after the real O.C Test, I want to shove a really, really, really, really, really, really, really hard question right in their face, well, maybe not in their face because it's rude, but anyway, and say, "Can you work this out if you think O.C is soooooooooooooooooooooooo easy?" and I bet ya their going be like, ummmmmmmmmmmmmm… back to the main HORRID DAY (Nice suggestion for a horror movie.) mum forced me to play the piano and told me off saying, "You aren't good at anything! Your maths is horrible and so is your piano lesson!" but I am good at writing—so bet that!!!!!!!!! Also, my mum said that if I don't get in O.C, I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very dumb. They think my maths should approve. But maths is soooooooooooooooooooooooo boring and uncreative; not like English and reading, it has all these things to remember then your brain goes POOF! Then, BOOM! And maths is so dull because number one-it's not interesting like reading and writing is, number two, you can get wrong calculations, number three, and you cannot get your own way. I love writing and reading. And maybe English. Anything but maths. I also love history of anything; I love science like the solar system. But maths-POW NO! Maths sucks. It's the worst thing ever made in human's history. I rather play piano pieces for 24hours than do math. But mum always says, "You still gotta learn," so, welcome to my HORRID DAY. (Ah ha! Maybe I CAN publish a horror movie called the HORRID DAY!)
Thank you,
Caraline Chrissy, the no-maths-lover.
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