Well, today has been interesting. My maths test wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I mean, I filled in all the answers. Some of them are probably wrong, but the fact that I could put an answer down means that at least I had a reasonable idea. I got an A on the last paper that we did, so I'm interested to see how I did in comparison. Also, it'll be interesting to see how well I did in all the stuff that Mr. Chilton hasn't taught us (which is everything). I want to try hard and get good grades, but it's so hard to concentrate in that class. I've kind of gone "Oh well. I can't beat them, so I'll join them." Now I think I'm probably one of the worst in the class. It really is a waste of time trying to do any of the work because Mr. Chilton can't explain himself. I think that he's pretty cool and he's easy to get on with, but he's just not with it anymore.

Mr. Malpass has finally marked our books. I've been waiting since late November, but I don't blame him, considering his dad recently died. Would you want to mark thirty kids science books when you have other things on your mind? Then again, maybe he needed some normality in his life after something like that. To be honest, I wouldn't know because I am not a psychiatrist. Sometimes I wonder whether I need one though. There's often a lot of things that I'd never say to someone because they'd think that I was crazy. For example, I hate being situated in the middle of a classroom. I feel so exposed to all of the other people and I begin to feel paranoid and I can't concentrate.

One more thing before I go. My mum has just been diagnosed with cancer. That's never good.