Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin’ winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That’s the way I remember her best.

I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all.
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

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Cigarettes lit and butt in the chair. Time to study for FIVE exams. They're all tomorrow. Weeeee. What happened to that little smart granny's boy who would never let his subjects cumulate?

Well, let me explain you my whole situation. I'll give a brief explanation on how the educational system works here in Brazil.

We have 4 years of Grade School, 4 of Junior High and 3 of High School. <-- And there's where our story begin.

To be honest, I have always been a genius from Grade to Junior. I was the owner of the best grades and I was always on the Top 3 students. AND to complete, I was never a geek, or a nerd, or whatever you call that. I've always had my friends, played sports, and did all those irrelevant things you americans use to judge someone's status, including ignore people just because they're ugly and/or dress badly.

My life became decadent in High School's first year. That time I was finding out my sexuality, and doing that in a ridiculously small and brain-closed town is kinda hard for a teenager. You can imagine. I also began to lose interest in school and stopped studying at home, so I passed through High School's first year smoothly. ALMOST didn't make it. But I did anyway.

Second Year. I literally collapsed in the beginning of the year (2003) and dropped out of school. The rest of that year I spent doing nothing at home or at my mom's house in Rio trying to get a student visa to the United States to live with the family I know and love in upstate NY. Too much complication and money. Again, I failed.

So the year passed, and in 2004 I moved to Rio to live with my mom and hopefully finish high school. I got enrolled in a very, very good school, and again, in the middle of the year I collapsed. I couldn't go on. I would sleep deeply in Chemistry, Biology and Physics classes. Not to mention math! So I dropped out of that school, also! And enrolled in a piece-of-crap intensive high school course, filled with ignorant rich playboys that know shit about life. That's how I finished my second year in high school.

Now, in my third, and last, year in high school, guess what! I collapsed again. Skipped tests, classes, didn't study! And you, take a look at my current situation:

Portuguese: 33% (out of 100 obviously)
Literature: 45%
History: 30%
Physics: 20%
Chemistry: 25%
Math: 20%
Biology: 25%

And I need at least 50% to pass. That's pathetic. Look at my fuckin grades! I feel like a brainless doll.

Well

No drama

Now I'll get my ass outta here, smoke thousands of cigarettes while I get prepared for the exams of my life. I need to pass on the first bimester with at least 50% in every subject. And when that happens, I will begin studying at night, and I'll rearrange a lot of things that are completely out of place in my life.

Until then, my aim is GET THE DAMN 50%!

Oh. As for the song. I don't know. It just makes me cry. I have a story somewhat in common with that.