Venom: Me neither.
Anyway, in three weeks, I get to do the exams the rest of my class did over a month ago (long live the flue
). That'll be Latin, Math, Chem. Physics (twice) and some stuff I repressed. I still ahve to read 5 books for Dutch literature. (Dutch, yes. Apparently, only anything written in the local mothertounge is literature.)
2 weeks after I failed those exams, I get to do the whole stress-your-arse-off thing again, this time for the end-of-year exams. Ugly, to say the least.
That, and I'm getting an exam on Seneca for Latin. Ugh, even I seem a happy optimistic hippie compared to that synical old bastard. I've never, ever heard someone complain as needlessly as he does.
At least the Aenid includes some murder, death and love affairs. Even Ovid's Metamorphosae was more interesting. (And the blood sprayed out, like out of a lead waterpipe struck by a hammer. (Vaguely paraphrased))
