Diary of an ailing GCSE student - Sara Williams
One hundred days until exams. I have three pieces of coursework to do, no idea how to conjugate the verb 'to be' in the past tense and as if I didn't have enough on my plate, my sister has invited her so-called 'boyfriend' (otherwise known as lazy slob) round for the weekend. My life is a misery. Verbs do my head in.
Revolution! Verbs no longer do my head in and I just met the reason why. His name is Alejandro and yep, you guessed it, he's Spanish! He's new at school and so good looking! He spoke to me and I answered in Spanish. He seemed dead impressed.
Up all night preparing the dreaded oral. Mum thinks I've gone mad as I keep talking to myself in some apparently strange and unintelligible language and has threatened to phone a psychiatrist! The fact that I tell her I'm trying to speak Spanish and am only reciting my GCSE oral does not seem to convince her. Oh well, oral time tomorrow!
Oral exam went fine. Was taken to see a psychiatrist who confirmed what was already blatantly obvious- there is nothing wrong with me but that my mother's a neurotic! Anyway awarded myself three chocolate bars as a reward for managing to keep a straight face when the psychiatrist advised my Mum to buy a foreign language dictionary next time she thinks I'm suffering from a psychiatric condition!!!