I'll never forget yesterday.

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life. Some people are so afraid to die, they never begin to live. Or at least I thought so. You miss the person most when they're gone I guess.

I'm not particularly worried for geography. Definitely terrified for maths. I want to take on the express syllabus next year but I've got a grave feeling that I won't be able to make it there. I think I'm going to put all my hope on luck again. That's not right, isn't it?