Hey, there, it's me, April again. I can't even tell you how glad I am that the school year is over. My physics exam was a killer. Mom told me she was "disappointed" that I "only" got a B+ on it, even though my course grade was still an A-. For maths this semester, I had functions (next year I take calc). I aced that, which kind of bummed Duncan because he didn't get enough sleep the night before the exam, and it ended up pulling his course grade down to a B. He had an A average until then. English was an A-, which I swear happened because of Mom nagging me to stop what I was doing to eat dinner. I was working on a major paper, and I had the best flow going when I got interrupted. By the time I got back to my work, it was just--gone. I couldn't get it back. Music, I had to know a whole lot of theory for the final, and I aced that one, too. Mom made kind of a hurtful remark about how I wouldn't "need" music for my career.
I know my parents are going to think I'm a spoiled princess for saying this, but I'm feeling a little bummed out about my summer job. Remember how I'm working at a veterinary clinic in Milborough instead of going to Manitoba like I did the last few summers? I don't get to do a thing more advanced than cleaning out cages and making sure food and water supplies are maintained. Not to sound ungrateful, but I did pretty much the same job when I was eight years old. Since I was allowed to assist in surgeries last summer, I tried letting the vet, Dr. Garber, know that I can do more. She went into a little speech about regulations and how their vet tech went to school to do what she does, and I can certainly come back once I have my DVM, but meanwhile, I'm doing what is "appropriate and permitted by law."
All this is because I'm supposed to stay in town for Liz to get around to marrying Anthony. It's a big rush-rush, but whenever I try asking Mom when it's happening, she tells me about something Mike did when he was five or six. At least I can still visit Gramps and Iris when I really need to get away. I've researched some of the music that was popular in the 1940s, and I learned a couple of songs to surprise Gramps. He kind of bopped his head and he did these motions with his hands, which Iris said meant that in his head, he was ballroom dancing.
I peeked at Dee's letter and saw where she said she bought those tickets to Disney. I am so excited! Of course I won't tell Mom and Dad until Dee says it's okay to say something. I knew Dee had mentioned maybe booking a trip out there, but I'm so used to people in my family not doing what they say they will, I didn't pay much attention. Which reminds me. Dad claims he's going to take me shopping for supplies to do up that "sweet suite" he promised for the basement. It's supposed to be some kind of reward for me helping him do some weird prank on Mom. He made these nasty o-sounds on a Massage-o-Matic chair and I had to yell at him for embarrassing me, so that Mom herself would end up being embarrassed. Whatever. I'll believe it (the basement reno) after it happens, you know?
So, I guess that's all I have to tell you about for right now. Hope you're having an awesome Canada Day!