2 Days

Christmas break is starting late this year - or at least later than last year. This Friday (the 22nd) is our last day of classes. I thought this was cutting it a little close to Christmas, but that's just me. I wish we would have started holidays a week earlier, even if it meant coming back to school on the first or second of January (but I do see why that might not be the best of ideas). The thing is, there are only about two weeks after we get back from break until our Diploma exams start. For me, this is a bad thing because for things like, say Math, which I do better in when I study in a group, there is less time to review after school. This ultimately leads me to having to study over the Christmas holidays.
Speaking of that, it appears that I will actually have a lot of school work to do over Christmas holidays. I have to review the entire Math 30 Pure course so that I know what's going on in group study. I have to do some project Mrs. C keeps talking about but has yet to explain. I have to Finish writing out my math glossary and do my math journal. I have to finish my English project (which is doubling for a final exam, so that's fine with me).
I have to spend the first three or four days of the holiday with my father (and 10 other people -yeah big fricking family) in his tiny house, in which I know I won't be able to buckle down and do any of the actual work I need to do. Besides that, I have just started my period which means I'll still have it on Christmas (the first time in my life actually). That should be super fun.
As anyone who has eyes might know, I have also started revising/typing out my novel(la) which actually hasn't been all that bad. The beginning (I am about a sixth of the way through it - there are 17 chapters and I have finished 3) was painful to say the least. I rewrote it probably four or five times because I absolutely hated it. I just find my writing so juvenile, even though some of the most important parts of my life took place while I was writing it. It was even less than a year ago and now that I'm in grade 12, I am miraculously more mature in my writing. As if.
But I do actually like the clone story I wrote for English.
That's not the point.
There are two days until Christmas break, two days until the inevitable. Sixteen days later I will be freaking out about finals and Diplomas. God, what have I gotten into?
And to top it all off, I'm sick, so I can't do any Christmas cooking - the only reason I agreed to go early to my father's house - so most of my stay in Elk Point/Vermilion will be spent doing Math.
Oh joy of joys.