Sorry love, I’ll have to turn you down.

I was supposed to go to the dentist.
I don’t like going to the dentist.
So it’s great news that mum cancelled our appointment.

I went to him last month for a check-up and nothing was wrong so I don’t see the point in my going again after a short period of time. That means he’s going to clean my mouth again. I don’t want to wear those scratched sunglasses that he makes me wear to block out the light. I don’t want that yucky strawberry-flavoured fluoride that leaves me gagging on my newly-flavoured spit. I don’t want to “not eat for 30 minutes”.

Maybe I’m just traumatized by previous experiences. Trust me.

A few years ago, I had really weird teeth. I had cavities and some teeth were turning black. I had to do a lot of things to fix them up and it wasn’t a painless process. But it was all worth it. Now my teeth are all better.

Anyway.
I’m really sad about moving into Year 9 next year. High school is going way too fast for me.
My older friends have told me that Year 8 is a bludge so I should make the most of it. They’re really scaring me.
Like I don’t have enough fears D:

I’m scared of Year 10—School Certificate exam thing.
I’m scared of Year 11—The year before we do our HSC and also, I have to move schools because my current school only goes to Year 10.
And of course, I am scared of Year 12—HSC + worrying about what I want to do after I leave school.

I feel like I won’t have enough time to prepare myself for the exams and such. I think that is why I’m just so scared of everything. But I will follow everyone’s advice and make the most of Year 8.

You know, one thing I can’t understand about school is how a student can fail a subject or an assessment without guilt.
Some people are proud to be bludging in class and wasting their parent’s money. I mean, school isn’t free. I go to a catholic school so it definitely costs a bit of money (though I’ve seen prices that are way higher).

But it’s not just that.
I can’t disappoint a teacher.
I don’t like screwing up in front of them, I don’t like getting a lower-than-my-average grade in front of them. I don’t know why but I always think that people expect so much from me and I force myself to reach their expectation.
And this really applies to teachers because I am usually getting A’s so I don’t like getting lower.

Whenever a teacher says “I’m disappointed with you” it really stings me.
I always feel like I owe teachers because they’re the ones who have to put up with moody and usually mardy teenagers.

And I just read through this whole blog and it hurt my eyes. Odd.

• Do you like going to your dentist?
• Was high school pleasant for you (or is it pleasant)?
• Current song that is in your head?

Okay, I’m off to do my assignment waste time.
New layout soon. Sorry for the delay.
(A Certain Romance—Arctic Monkeys)