Well...I know crying doesn't help matters (i mean this metaphorically), but still. I can't help kicking myself for being too don't-carish. Watching all my best friends in whirls of rapture over the arrival of and invitation card for Speech Day, I feel happy for them, but dreadfully irritated that I didn't get one. Yes, I'm short of ONE distinction. Which I could have easily gotten, but didn't try to. Stupid I know, not living up to expections. It's like knowing how to swim, but decide not to just when u're drowning. SHUCKS. Speech Day...causes me great sorrow.
;and the DODO has the final say.