That sounds like the title of a teen fiction novel.

As of now, creative output is at rock bottom, and so it will probably remain for the next month or so. Forgive me. *dodges sudden deluge of sharp stones*

So far as I am concerned, my school seem to have done everything in their power to prevent me from studying the subjects I once had my heart set on taking - along with ten other unfortunate individuals. Little did I know that the subjects would all be categorised and arranged into little columns depending on their popularity. It just so happened that two of my preferences were not popular subjects at all, and so I was forced to exchange one of them for something else from another column.
I thought I might benefit from taking one practical subject - Theatre Studies - to balance out the others, but it soon became apparent that all of the options available to me were academic; and although I am happy with my final choices, the fact that I have been denied the opportunity I had hoped for has made me angry.

I went to the British Museum yesterday... I think I spent about an hour in the Mesopotamian section alone. I also became obsessed with a Greek hoplite helmet that I really, really wanted to try on, but it was in a glass case, so I couldn't.
My three year old cousin almost fell in the fountain at Trafalgar Square thanks to me. How was I supposed to know the lip around the edge was slippery? I'm a little... inept when it comes to childcare, to put it lightly. If I ever have children (God forbid) I fear for their lives.

SPARE ME FROM ICT TEACHERS!

I may take afterschool Greek lessons next year, if it's available, and if I can convince enough people to join me. I wanted to take it as an extra GCSE, but the class was already too large by the time I signed up for it. I even taught myself the alphabet to give myself a head start... Oh, well. Hopefully, I can study it whilst I'm doing my A-Levels.

Mmm, that was a most... cohesive journal entry...
I think I'll go now. I'm starting to bore myself.