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ravenMy hands are too cold to write in this thing. Much too cold.
The French oral wasn't so bad, after all. Helena and I decamped to the holding room (sounds like prison, doesn't it?) and we both attempted to learn French. Mrs Fairburn, first year biology teacher, attempted to cheer us up by telling us she was also taking a GCSE this year, in Italian! I was involved in thinking about this, and so the time went too quickly, and I was given the roleplay to prepare in a daze.
I got it prepared quickly, and went into a daydream. For some reason all I could think of was the poster above my head, of a production of Moliere's L'École des Femmes - une comedie francaise. There was a girl on it, and someone had given her a moustache and glasses with black marker, and she was all I could think about.
And then they came for me, and I couldn't think about her any more.
I couldn't quite get into the swing of it until after the presentation - I shook all the way through it. In the conversation, my earrings fell out and landed on the desk, which was disturbing. I had been talking about ma meillure amie - Becca. I said she was pretty, tall, and liked stupid jokes - and clink! two spiky hoop earrings hit the desk. Strange.
And that is all. I want to go and find coffee because I'm cold and in a strange mood and slightly pre-menstrual.
The French oral wasn't so bad, after all. Helena and I decamped to the holding room (sounds like prison, doesn't it?) and we both attempted to learn French. Mrs Fairburn, first year biology teacher, attempted to cheer us up by telling us she was also taking a GCSE this year, in Italian! I was involved in thinking about this, and so the time went too quickly, and I was given the roleplay to prepare in a daze.
I got it prepared quickly, and went into a daydream. For some reason all I could think of was the poster above my head, of a production of Moliere's L'École des Femmes - une comedie francaise. There was a girl on it, and someone had given her a moustache and glasses with black marker, and she was all I could think about.
And then they came for me, and I couldn't think about her any more.
I couldn't quite get into the swing of it until after the presentation - I shook all the way through it. In the conversation, my earrings fell out and landed on the desk, which was disturbing. I had been talking about ma meillure amie - Becca. I said she was pretty, tall, and liked stupid jokes - and clink! two spiky hoop earrings hit the desk. Strange.
And that is all. I want to go and find coffee because I'm cold and in a strange mood and slightly pre-menstrual.