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[chess]

Every time I have a Pure maths lesson, it reminds me just how bad I am at Further Maths. I'm not sure I even *want* to go to Cam (where I will have to do lots of nasty maths) if maths is this horrible and painful to deal with.

I also have chocolate and pen marks all down my jumper, and my hair is a mess. I look like a complete slob. And I'm not even intelligent enough to get away with it. (Points at paragraph above for all those people who insist that I am intelligent.)

And I still have no UCAS offers from anyone, and no interview dates. It looks like I'm probably going to be cancelling the Christmas holidays for revision purposes, too. I'm not meant to have to revise! Grr!

You have no idea how many times I have refrained from punctuating this with all the swear words that are prolifically scattered throughout the same thoughts in my mind. I am not a happy Chessypig.

I haven't even got any acknowledgement of anything from Jim, but I'm scared of sending him another email because he might think I'm being pushy or impatient.

Bah. Why can't I stop caring about things?

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Ceasing to worry.

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Worrying is annoying. But that's life, it has a habit of improving with time. Feel better. It'll all come together.