Confusion of Words

This morning dawned bright and cloudy. At least, that was the weather at ten o’clock, not at dawn. I leapt out of bed and eagerly began my math for the day, not. However, I did stare in confusion at different notations and graphs, but I wasn’t eager or cheerful. My worst fears have been realized: this course of math over the summer is preventing the decay of my brain. I really want to spend the whole summer reading in the sun, but this math is averting that. Woe to me.
One may not think that reading tous le temp can cause problems, but it does. A problem of being such an avid reader is that I often don’t know how to pronounce words. People in normal conversations with normal people never use a large part of my vocabulary. So, with depressing frequency (once is too many), I will say a sentence, and no one will know what I mean. This morning that mispronounced word was volition. Somehow I had memorized it as violition. Last month the word was epitome. I was under the impression that epitome was pronounced phonetically as epi-tome (tome, as in a large book). So, for those who wish to be a bookworm, think again; books cause consternation, embarrassment and are highly addictive.

SUMMER! :)

Summer is here! I wrote my last exam, the eighth, last Wednesday and now I am FREE. After an unbelievably hectic year, I now have the luxury of an entire two months of relaxing. I plan to use my time in a productive manner--reading, reading, sleeping, swimming, reading...
Actually, I do have some things that need to be accomplished. My violin playing has sadly been a wee bit lax this past year with all my homework and such. So, I intend to practice intensively to prepare for Swing Camp (we are going back!). Painting will also resume its normal place as a favoured activity.
The only "fly in my ointment" is that I will be taking Math 12 by correspondence this summer. I really shouldn't be grouching, it was my idea, but more homework really doesn't seem conducive to my health. Sigh.
As an unfortunate piece of dramatic irony, the weather here has been miserable. Ever since exams have ended, the skies have either been gray and cloudy, or precipitating enthusiastically. While enthusiasm is lauded in school, the workplace and among friends, overeager rain is a sad and sorry sight. Not to mention damp. My poor pea plants are stunted and twisted from all this frigid (temperature, like velocity, is relative) weather.