Dear Diary,
So, I just took my French exam last Monday, and let's just say my mistakes were practically a work of art. Marks aren't out yet, but I'm praying for a 15/20. Seriously, if I flunk this midterm, I might as well start planning my funeral—"Here lies the girl who flunked French and couldn’t conjugate a verb to save her life."
So, dear Diary, let’s hope for a miracle because if this exam was a culinary dish, it would definitely be burnt toast!