Parents Evening. Should it have an Apostrophe? O.

Well, I have returned from the night that I was DREADING.

Drama first. 10 minutes late because they kept talking to the person infront of me, but luckily I had allowed for that considering the same thing happened last year. They asked me how I was doing. I said alright. They asked how my group was doing. I said alright. They asked me how I was feeling about performing a week on wednesday. I made a strangled noise and tried to remember how to breath while Miss Horne explained the course to my parents. They asked me where SWED 3+4 were. I said I gave them in a day late, but I gave them in. They don't have them (Which means Rolo lost them). I must reprint. My Mum liked Miss Horne's Top. It was from TopShop, apparently.

English. Went well, actually. Miss Masters complimented my Biscuit skills, and Miss Dean said she wished she could try. I might make cookies for monday English next week. They both said I had a clear grasp of the Gothic, and of Nineteen-Eighty-Four. Miss Masters said I was ahead of the game because I'd read Handmaid's Tale. I said I wanted to do my coursework compairing the Language of 'A Clockwork Orange' to the language of 'Nineteen-Eighty-Four'. They thought it would be interesting to develop. I must stay on topic more in my essays. Miss Dean has drawn a veil over last year.

History. Miss Wensley told me Miss Esmizadeh's notes. She concerned that I don't have a complete grasp on the topic, and that I'm struggling. She also says I'm not doing enough extra work. I should focus more on History and less on Drama. This is true. But Drama is over in 2 weeks. It's not far being the only Drama student in my class. Miss Wensley was much more positive. She says I know what I'm talking about, whenever she comes to me I know the answer, and my grades in essays have improved from a D to a good/high C. She thinks, with work, I can get a B in the final paper.

In the past two days I have watched Ferris Bueller's Day off 5 times. Twice with Commentary.