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ravenI think this is the first time I have been online today. I didn't in the morning because of the History-pub-quiz-sans-alcohol, and then not at lunchtime, because of Drama, and not in the afternoon, because, well... anyway.
The pub quiz was better than I thought. Mandy's brilliant idea was to call us... "The Winners" Bad team name, I thought. She thought it was brilliant. Anyway, we did all right. I couldn't remember what the Ku Klux Klan called the South of America - it was the "Invisible Empire" - but apart from that we didn't do too badly. We didn't win - Caroline and Co beat us. Of course. Caroline was pissing me off in a big way this morning. Sometimes I think I overreact with her - but she really can be counted upon to have no life. I always, always get the feeling she thinks she's better than me. Because she spends four hours a night revising. Because she knew the percentage increase in profits in America in the Twenties. Because she's just so obviously more clever than me!
She may constantly do better than me, by, I don't know - today it was 4 points, and in exams it tends to be about 5%, but she doesn't realise she does four times as much work as me. She doesn't need to, but she does. Sad little girl that she is.
Anyway. Nothing to do with Caroline, Rosie saw me pick up two Celebrations at the end of that lesson. "She's got two! Waaaaah!"
I tossed them from hand to hand and then threw them into the air. I really loathe that girl. She still thinks she's cool, because she has a boyfriend, and she's been wearing mascara since she was eight, and she's had bulimia, and she was the in-crowd for so long. She also harbours some rather unsavoury ideas - I can't forget what she said and implied about Yusra after September 11th...
Huh. Today has been the first day when it's really felt like Christmas. I know, I've been writing cards and thinking about presents, and all that, but it never felt like Christmas. And then, someone - probably Becky O - brought in The Ultimate Defintive Ultra Super Duper Extra Jumbo Economy Size Christmas Party Album!!11!! or some such waste of sillicon, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The first song on it was We Are Family by Sister Sledge. This progressed to It's Raining Men, and then Santa Claus is Coming To Town, back when Michael Jackson was still black. Suddenly, we had a party on our hands. An entire class of people dancing and laughing and doing the conga around the classroom. That teacher who looks like Mrs Wadsworth but isn't - Mrs Masen, I learnt later - came in and thought it was hilarious. It was the only fifteen-minute party I've ever been to, and am ever likely to go to (it scared![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_vertigo!) but it made me feel Christmassy. Which is unusual, because as a general thing, not even Christmas makes me feel Christmassy.
When I leave, it occurred to me I'll be leaving my life behind. I'm going to unzip it carefully and step out of it, smooth it out, roll it up and keep it safe for when I return.
The pub quiz was better than I thought. Mandy's brilliant idea was to call us... "The Winners" Bad team name, I thought. She thought it was brilliant. Anyway, we did all right. I couldn't remember what the Ku Klux Klan called the South of America - it was the "Invisible Empire" - but apart from that we didn't do too badly. We didn't win - Caroline and Co beat us. Of course. Caroline was pissing me off in a big way this morning. Sometimes I think I overreact with her - but she really can be counted upon to have no life. I always, always get the feeling she thinks she's better than me. Because she spends four hours a night revising. Because she knew the percentage increase in profits in America in the Twenties. Because she's just so obviously more clever than me!
She may constantly do better than me, by, I don't know - today it was 4 points, and in exams it tends to be about 5%, but she doesn't realise she does four times as much work as me. She doesn't need to, but she does. Sad little girl that she is.
Anyway. Nothing to do with Caroline, Rosie saw me pick up two Celebrations at the end of that lesson. "She's got two! Waaaaah!"
I tossed them from hand to hand and then threw them into the air. I really loathe that girl. She still thinks she's cool, because she has a boyfriend, and she's been wearing mascara since she was eight, and she's had bulimia, and she was the in-crowd for so long. She also harbours some rather unsavoury ideas - I can't forget what she said and implied about Yusra after September 11th...
Huh. Today has been the first day when it's really felt like Christmas. I know, I've been writing cards and thinking about presents, and all that, but it never felt like Christmas. And then, someone - probably Becky O - brought in The Ultimate Defintive Ultra Super Duper Extra Jumbo Economy Size Christmas Party Album!!11!! or some such waste of sillicon, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The first song on it was We Are Family by Sister Sledge. This progressed to It's Raining Men, and then Santa Claus is Coming To Town, back when Michael Jackson was still black. Suddenly, we had a party on our hands. An entire class of people dancing and laughing and doing the conga around the classroom. That teacher who looks like Mrs Wadsworth but isn't - Mrs Masen, I learnt later - came in and thought it was hilarious. It was the only fifteen-minute party I've ever been to, and am ever likely to go to (it scared
_vertigo!) but it made me feel Christmassy. Which is unusual, because as a general thing, not even Christmas makes me feel Christmassy.When I leave, it occurred to me I'll be leaving my life behind. I'm going to unzip it carefully and step out of it, smooth it out, roll it up and keep it safe for when I return.
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on 2002-12-13 10:50 am (UTC)Keep it safe, darling, we need you to return to your old life...
What's you other life like?