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Am bad girl.
NaNo word count for today = zero.
Putzing around online levels = high.
Random stress about maths, to point of parents threatening to ring school = high.
Equally random outbreaks of tears = high.
Urge to use Bad Words and do other such random stuff just because I *can* = astronomical.
Abject stupidity levels = entirely off the scale.
Bah. I'm going to London with $RANDOMCHURCHPEOPLE tomorrow. That should make me (miserable/annoyed/happy/less stupid/less depressed/more depressed/increasingly random/more disaffected/less disaffected/completely stupid) some other type of feeling. But I haven't a clue what.
NaNo word count for today = zero.
Putzing around online levels = high.
Random stress about maths, to point of parents threatening to ring school = high.
Equally random outbreaks of tears = high.
Urge to use Bad Words and do other such random stuff just because I *can* = astronomical.
Abject stupidity levels = entirely off the scale.
Bah. I'm going to London with $RANDOMCHURCHPEOPLE tomorrow. That should make me (miserable/annoyed/happy/less stupid/less depressed/more depressed/increasingly random/more disaffected/less disaffected/completely stupid) some other type of feeling. But I haven't a clue what.
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"Our daughter is finding further maths too hard, we demand that you write to the exam board and tell them to make it easier!"
<looks at conflicting emotion list>
So do you want to go to London with the group or not?
Neil, master commenter, fear my l33t commenting skills.
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You could just get a tutor like almost everyone else did...
my mum tutors as does Mrs Hopkins (and she's good, but not at mechanics).
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