Wednesday, 16 February 2011
the joys of doing french homework in the car
How I loathe the perpetual swings and swongs of the country road, what better time to endure the merciless gaze of outstanding homework than the otherwise useless and wasted half hour journey to school? My innocent attempts to whittle away the time by progressing my learning are often thwarted by a corner, a turn in the road, that my father takes at speed. Oh how depressing is the miserable truth, that I live 17 miles away from the fine educational institution that I attend on a daily basis, that it is either a bypass or a tree-speckled vista I am forced to be apprehended by every morrow! This is my lamented story! This is my reality! What a shame.