Dear diary ,
Today was the very first day after the winter break . I could say  it was a good one , till 10 o`clock…that`s when my history class started . Two hours listening to that teacher speaking about dead guys , what a nice way of spending your morning , right ? Even so , I would have preferred that instead of what actually happened . As you can remember , a  month ago I had that plain simulation of my summer exam , which it truly is plain in my eyes , but for the teachers is like holly grail…thus giving the fact that my history teacher wasn t quite happy about my grade  , so he said that he will give me time till Friday to learn  4 chapters . Now…maybe for some this wouldn t be a problem , but I don t like spending my time reading about history . I like history nonetheless , actually love listening stories about it , and I truly am fascinated by the WW1 and WW2  , but reading about it…bleah . That * bleah * describes pretty much my feelings about school in general , I am struggling to find one single good motivation for me to pay attention to classes , but there is none , specially when that big , blue sky is standing right in the corner of my left eye , with these big , white and fluffy clouds . I can hear them calling for me , cause that s where I belong ,  and that s where I shall go , among these beautiful giants made of water that burst your imagination into flames with their countless shapes . Teachers keep trying sometimes to motivate me by telling me that I will get a bad grade or that I won t pass the class , which will work , for just a few days , during which I will learn , get a good grade and then forget about that class again knowing for sure that I will pass it . And that s what my history teacher is doing right now . He said that I won t pass this semester at his class , but I will , I know I will , the same way I have been doing it for 8 years .