Well, all right, so I'm not literally wading in treacle. But that's what it feels like at the moment. All my good intentions seem to go down the pan as soon as I actually try to do any work. My English Lit. teachers set essays within a day of each other as they clearly don't communicate at all. My music teacher is even more demanding, expecting me to take up permanent residence in the music rooms and do huge amounts of extra study just because she knows I want to do a music degree. I feel really thick as well when she's always saying that she can go through things quickly with me as I know so much of it already and then I get stuck on stuff, like baroque counterpoint two-parts and Bach chorales. I suggested Bach as a possible composer the other day in a listening paper when it was quite obviously much too chromatic to be anything pre-Classical. EMBARRASSING.
I feel even thicker as I've only got one A for an essay so far. They've all been Bs. Though admittedly it's not that far into AS level standards, it's still annoying. I mean, how hard can it be, right? Analysing A Streetcar Named Desire. Sure, I can do that. Erm, no, apparently not.
On the plus side, though, all these free periods mean that my friend is teaching me chess. I beat four people today, all of whom have been playing longer than me. :D