The A and the contest were not grading the same thing
Hannah
Monday night, and both papers are still on my desk even though the results arrived days apart. One is school Maths, the kind we practise every week until the method…
I could not write about their feelings until I asked who kept the secret
Friday night, and the Romeo and Juliet notes are open again, the ones that earned me a C in English. Not because I skipped the reading. I knew the plot.…
They wanted the drawing I could still change
Tuesday night, and a message came in about a character I had already drawn twice. It was a small commission, the anime-style kind people put on a badge or a…
They called the company a target, which is not how I usually look at one
Monday night, and I went back through the Bank of America virtual internship I finished on The Forage, because the slides were still sitting in a folder named as if…
The cheaper copy came with answers I did not ask for
Friday night, and I finally bought the anthology I have been borrowing from the library in pieces. The shop had a new one with a stiff spine, and a used…
The holiday in the textbook is not the choice I actually have
The Business book used a holiday again. Two weeks at the beach, or a new laptop, and you cannot have both, which is how they introduce opportunity cost. I copied…
The drawing I did tonight is worth nothing, which is not the same as worthless
Saturday night, and I was supposed to finish a Business worksheet on costs. Instead I opened the sketchbook that lives under my Maths folder, which is a bad filing system…
The graph in the homework has no labels, so it is not a graph yet
Tuesday evening, the first full week of proper IGCSE, and I spent twenty minutes staring at a line that went up and then flattened. No numbers on the side. No…
The family in the play cannot afford to keep the trees
Sunday night, and I finally opened The Cherry Orchard. It was on the World Literature list I stared at two days ago and did not close. Chekhov. A house, a…
I play the same song too many times
Tonight I was supposed to finish a page of Maths, but Clair de Lune has been playing in my room for so long that I stopped counting. I know the…