I failed my chem test. Big woop. I failed the mock SPA exam. Yay. I failed the Perm + Comb test. Hurrah.
That's alright. I mean, I've never been good at math related stuff. Maybe it's time I accept it and move on.. you know, grab some clerk job for life. It's nothing glamorous, but it ain't difficult to just remain that way till ya die.
Concert's looming like an ominous shadow. We were thrown a 6 page score on Tuesday and expected to perform a miracle. It's no easy song either. To rub sulphur into it, our teacher has to run to China for some.. well, errands.
There's the issue of tickets too. Sales haven't been going well. Then again, how could it? Tickets were issued on Thursday. Again, a miracle is expected of us. Fill 900 seats in one week? Where's Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston when you need them?
"There can be miracles when you believe.."
Yeah. Right.