Maxigumee

I failed my Spanish exam. At least I’m pretty certain that I did. And seriously, I am not exaggerating at all. I mean, I’m not particularly surprised about it or anything. I think that’s what happens if you don’t pay attention or study all year. You fail. But it’s not a mandatory class. So…. whatever. But I’m still kind of down about leaving nine answers blank on today’s part of the test. I probably got most of the ones I did answer wrong, anyway. I was trying to hold onto my exam paper for as long as possible so the teacher wouldn’t pick up my paper and review it on the spot like he was doing for some of the other kids.

On top of being totally sucky at Spanish, I kind of want to move to Antarctica right now because it’s so effing hot out. I have my air conditioner on in my room and it still feels hot. And, what, it’s only like eighty degrees outside! Okay, eighty is kind of hot, but in the summer, it can go all the way up to ninety. NINETY. It was like seventy degrees and I felt like I was dying.

They really should just cancel school for the next few days. The first reason would be the heat. The evil, hot, painful, sweaty, clothes-sticking-to-your-body, insanely uncomfortable heat. The second reason is that I just don’t have the will to do any more school work. My brain has reached its capacity. My body has reached its capacity. I want to just chill out, study a smidgen for my exams and BE DONE WITH IT. — Really, if you know of any places that are of a moderate temperature all year long, I would so want to move there right now. Winter is too cold and summer is too hot.

Spring is quickly becoming my favorite season. I like fall, too, but it leads to something a bit more unpleasant. That being months of freezing weather, a monotonous wardrobe, and days and days of hopeless depression. At least with spring, you have something to look forward to.

I guess I’m just a middle season kind of person. Maybe it’s because with either spring or fall, you have something to look forward to, or something you’re expecting to happen. When summer or winter come around, what you’ve been waiting for is there and it’s usually not as good as you’d hoped. There is something about anticipation that’s better than the actual thing itself. Spring and fall are seasons of change. In the summer and winter, the change has happened. Plus, they’re not so hot that you want to rip off all your clothes and throw desks out of windows.