The worst thing about living in the Midlands at the moment, is the rain. I swear that rain in London was never so cold or so piercing. After my disastrous Latin exam, I went to look at another house, this time in Earlsdon, a suburb of Coventry. Although we were first thinking of Leamington, Earlsdon seems a more sensible place to live, as it’s only a fifteen minute bus ride into the university, or into the centre of Coventry, there are more houses available there, and it’s cheaper. Anyway, as before, no contact number was available for the people who live there now, so we were told to just turn up and hope that someone was in- not the best plan on a rainy Friday morning, in my opinion. After trudging about in the rain for a few minutes, we found the house. It looks nice from the outside- red brick and white paint and terraced, and in pretty good condition. Unfortunately, nobody was in, which made the £2.50 bus ticket an expensive waste of half an hour. As usual, my clothes weren’t suited to the weather; my too-long jeans managed to get soaked up to the knee, and my Vans were soaked through as well.
Of course, this didn’t make my mood much better- I’d woken with a headache, and despite taking painkillers, it stayed throughout most of the day. The Latin test, which I have already described as disastrous, didn’t go well somewhat due to this. Despite revising the night before, I had managed to forget almost everything, leaving me struggling with all of the questions. Not to mention that I was relying upon a translation to boost my marks, and every question, bar a few short sentences were grammar questions. It seems ridiculous to me- the entire point of learning Latin is so you can read it, so why not have a reading exercise or translation on the test? I understand why grammar is so important, but I can’t seem to learn it. Anyway, I’m not going to go on about it here, as I’ve spent enough time stressing about it anyway. I’m going to put effort into learning it, and take some kind of revision course in the Easter holidays, and hope that is enough to bring me up to speed.
Anyway, I must get to Tesco. I’ve somehow managed to lose my second baking tray of the year.
