Well, my exam went well. As well as it could, under the circumstances. What circumstances?
Oh, you know, the ones where I didn’t study Wordsworth.
Out of all the poets, his were the ones I had to dissect in my exam.
Out of all the authors/poets I have studied on this course, and begrudged slightly, he was the only one who could not redeem himself after extensive study. Well, Wordsworth, I am glad our journey together is over. I would wish you well, but you’re dead. So rest in peace, and no, I can’t forgive you for being the cause of my literary misery.
I also drove that girl home. You know, the one I met the other day. We didn’t talk about her relatives this time. We talked about our course, our exam, and our summer plans. It was actually really enjoyable. I even got her to laugh, by lapsing into my regular self by accident and doing a silly impression. Then we sat in the car outside her house chatting for fifteen minutes. The socially awkward human inside me kept willing her to get out and go home, so I sort of zoned out a little. ANYWAY. Anyway.
Went with the husband to see X-Men, Apocalypse. Even though I haven’t seen any X-Mens before. He really wanted to go. Even though he was dead tired.
‘Why,’ he said, ‘don’t we celebrate your first day of freedom, eh?’
‘Why,’ he said, ‘are you so uptight and old?’
‘Because,’ I replied, ‘I am worried about you getting up early after this long night and having to drive two hours to work.’
We did it anyway. Then we went and had special burgers. Mine had crunchy peanut butter on a home-made beef patty with fried bananas on top. It was very tasty. The vegetarian in me died, of course. She did not last more than a week.
That was delicious. 10/10. Now I am worried my husband has to drive really early to work tomorrow after this long ass day.