Author's Note: So... this was supposed to be out three hours ago, but I accidentally deleted the whole thing...
Entry # 9: Age 13
So… Finals…
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while… It's been a rough couple of weeks. Between the studying and weirdness and the tests and the stress and the Mom's lectures about 'doing your best' I just… GAH! I'm just a little burnt out I guess…
The studying started out normal enough, I suppose. I invited Cinder, Emmy, and Yin to my house so we could help each other study – that's a normal friend thing, right? – and we got started right away on math. Well… I say 'we' but really it was more like Cinder, Yin, and I studied and Emmy never shut up. We didn't actually get anything done until we'd managed to persuade Emmy to leave the subject of her pet Sloth's ambitions for world domination for another day, albeit only achieving this with a pile of novelty plushies. After Emmy calmed down though, the rest of us could actually get to studying.
Fortunately, Yin is really good at math, so we started there. Unfortunately, getting her to actually teach was very difficult. She always spoke so quietly that we could barely make out what she was saying, and when we asked her to speak up, she said that she didn't like to show off… When we did finally get her to explain problems, she always did it while staring down at the desk, like she was trying to hide behind her bangs or something. I mean, she says we're her friends an all, but whenever we hang out, I can't help but feel like she's afraid we're going to attack her or something – she's just too shy! She spent every study session being fidgety whispering like she was embarrassed to be smart or something! And as if that wasn't enough trouble for one study session, Cinder got a nosebleed!
Incidentally, I have asked Mom for a humidifier since… I had no idea the air in my room was that dry…
Anyway, I managed to convince Bartholomew Oobleck to help us study for history. I was actually kind of surprised by how eager he was to do it, actually; I didn't even get past 'Cinder Emmy, Yin, and I are having a study session at my house,' before he agreed. I don't think any of us were friends with him… huh… whatever. The point is, the guy knows like, everything about history, so he was a big help, though we did seem to have the opposite problem with him to what we had with Yin for math; He spoke really, really fast, so much that it was hard to understand him too. He's a nice enough guy I suppose, if a bit of a geek… I don't think Cinder likes him though… I'm not quite sure, but I think she kicked him every time he tried to talk to me or Yin about something other than history…. I guess she was just really enthusiastic about remaining on subject.
I supposed that the situation for my Grimm Anatomy class was both better and worse. On the positive side, the lab we did last week was actually the last grade of the semester (although that relief didn't make it any easier to pick the Rapier Wasps out of Yin's hair), but on the negative side, 'Gretchen' decided that we should have 'fun' during our last class of the semester. I don't know about you, but rock-paper-scissors-truth-or-dare twister was most certainly not my idea of fun. Firstly, how do you even combine all of those games? The rules didn't make any sense! And secondly, the whole thing was positively humiliating! I ended up with my face in Yin's chest! And then we fell down!
At least the landing was soft… for me… poor Yin… But seriously though, how much milk does a girl have to drink to – oh never mind.
My Semblance 101 final was better. All I had to do was show that I could lift and launch things – myself included – with my glyphs as well as block attacks and otherwise negate the laws of physic. Who needs those anyway? Yin would certainly be better off without them…
I am NOT bitter!
Anyway, the way Cinder looked when she did hers was, well… interesting… Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store when she incinerated all the testing dummies at once… Also, a roasted duck fell out of the sky… When the teacher said that she needed to demonstrate more precise control though, she burnt a mosquito that was about to land on my shoulder. She got an 'A' too, and though I do appreciate not getting bitten by the little pest, I do think that pyromancy is a slightly excessive solution to that particular crisis… I mean, it's not like it was a spider or anything… Ugh…
By far the most stressful of my finals though, was Applied Dust Theory, for which the only instructions, given a week in advance, were to, and I quote, "Uniquely demonstrate your mastery over Dust." I'm kind of ashamed to admit it, but Yin and I had no idea what to do for that, but after asking the teacher if we could do it in groups, Cinder came up with the plan that we eventually went with. I'm still not sure how I feel about the plan though, but not having a better alternative to offer ourselves, Yin and I went along with it: a choreographed cheer routine. I have to say though, even if I didn't personally care for the pom-poms and almost indecently shorts that Cinder came up with for the uniforms, I have to admire her determination; she must have been coming down with something, what with all the nosebleeds that she was having that week, but she stuck to it and we got an 'A' in that class too! Amazing how impressive a cheer routine looks when you work Dust manipulation into it, really… I still can't get that stupid song out of my head though. Seriously, who do people even sing that high anyway? Are they half-squirrel or something? Plus, I couldn't understand any of the lyrics because they were all in some other language… I still can't get that stupid song out of my head. I'm still not sure if I liked doing that or not actually; on the one hand, dancing around and kicking in a skirt that short and shirt that I'd swear was a size too small is hardly ladylike, but on the other… we did get an 'A'… If I were cynical I'd the teacher's a pervert… but I won't assume that.
A grade is a grade, after all.
Till next time,
Glynda
Author's Note: Yay for referential humor! Oh, and cheerleading. Personally, I picture Glynda pouting her way through the routine thinking "it's for the grade, it's just for the grade," while determinately trying to look like she's not having fun, but that may just be me. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and please feel free to fav, follow, or leave a review (all three would be wonderful). More tsundere moe Goodwitch tomorrow, rest assured, but until then, have a good one.
