AP exams have so far gone swimmingly enough. English Language, Calculus AB, US History, all good. Physics B, a little more iffy, but I don't mind screwing up one as long as I kick ass on the others.
Tomorrow is Latin Literature, the very last AP exam of them all, and it feels suitably ultimate. I've prepared for this exam like no other in my life, thanks mainly to Stapleton, and it'll be an adjustment when I go back to class. I've been taking ten minutes per quiz for as long as I can remember.
I wish I could say that APs are responsible for the lack of bloglovin', but unhappily this isn't the case. I can only point a quaking finger at the absurd laxitude that has gouged my soul as the school year grows rather too ripe for the common palate. My muse has also been standoffish of late, probably out of jealousy, and jealousy is nothing more than desire with an edge of resentment. I always knew she was after me.
Either the temperature should go down by about ten degrees, or the powers that be should open the pool early. I suppose I shouldn't complain, as I have access to air conditioning and ceiling fans. Still, I did enjoy those days when I could stand outside without the silence rhythmically broken by the dripping of sweat.
posted on Thursday, May 13, 2004
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