Total for the week of Mon. 12th to Sun. 18th: 1825 words. Chapter 8 is finished, and very short. But I will no longer obsess over chapter length anymore. Now, on a more random note:
You know, my entire school life, I have never worked. Not really. I’ve kinda just lazily floated down the river while others struggled to fight against the currents… I should have used this to my advantage and actually worked. I could have gotten such great grades… But I never did. I didn’t feel that I had to, that needed to. It wasn’t necessary.
Now, I’m kinda of worried about what will happen when I actually do have to work. I though it’d be this year (I’m finally in high school, which starts a year later in France) but nope. I’m still floating down that river with ease.
I got a 17 (out of 20) in physics even though I only half-studied. And I’m using the word studied very lightly. I just got an 18 in maths, but it was an easy test.
Take right now for example, I should be studying for my science test. It’s on everything we’ve done except embryos. But am I? No. Am I even worrying? No. And I should… But I can’t find that worry of failure in me.
I guess my motto is "If there’s somebody with a worse grade than you, then you’re fine." Bad motto, I know, but I can’t help it.
Okay, it’s now much later, I’ve done my "studying", and will do more during my lunch break.