Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen

I had the most horrible dream last night. Which was (I guess) appropriate since I couldn’t stop freaking about it last night.

I dreamt that I got my results back. Firstly, the result slips came on those old exercise book papers. And it was handwritten.

I got A’s for math and chem. But then I got a ‘V’ for GP. I don’t even know what a ‘V’ is! But in the dream, apparently I knew it was a horrible grade. (Well duh… if A is the highest, a V can’t possibly be good..)

Anyway, I was so upset with that grade because I knew I definitely didn’t deserve a V. Apparently, this guy from Cambridge then helped me ‘call in’ and found out that I spelt a lot of things wrong. Like DENA instead of DNA and paln instead of plan. =/

And then I found out I got a ‘T’ for one of the other subjects. That would mean I cheated on the exam. Which totally didn’t happen and completely took me by surprise!

I remember being completely shocked and upset and just crying about my horrible results.

Anyway, I really just hope it doesn’t happen next week. o.0

I was smiling so much yesterday when Alex told me he wanted to support me through college. I mean, it came as quite a shock. And it’s really not an option to migrate over to the US. But the gesture was still so sweet.

I think this may go well. :)