The wonderful world of Caroline Holroyde
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ravenI remember Caroline wanted more mentions in this journal. That was around the time Libby began writing epics about all her friends. She appears to have a distinct talent for it, so:
[This is what Libby wrote]
every day around 4.12 am, or thereabouts, caroline opens her ickle eyes, wipes away the sleep and reaches over to her bedside table for her daily glass of volvic, not vittel, mineral water. There, she stumbles across last nights mensa quizzes, latin puzzles and the financial times. She yawns and gets up.
she wanders into her bathroom and emerges 3 and half hours later as the caroline we all know and love. she bounds downstairs in a burst of radiant ecstasy, with thoughts of jonny grek and physics fuelling her every leap. little molly the dog grapples with her for a few moments before caroline escapes and heads for the kitchen.
after discussing world events in minor depth with her family, caroline takes a leisurely stroll back upstairs to get her schoolthings. There, she packs her books, taking them from her room, where she has been leafing through them as a bit of light reading. She tosses her hair back and throws her latin books into her satchel with a grin.
Waving goodbye to her beautiful home, she bounds into the car with vigour and excitement, wondering what marvels she will meet in todays lessons. The journey whizzes by in a moment of revision and extra credit homework.
She arrives at school with a smile and cheerily waves at the window cleaners and chimney sweeps. With a skip, she bows to mrs williams with a friendly smile and is on her way. Soon, she passes her work on the school noticeboard and smiles with admiration and pride as she realsies she is the only one to have had 326 consecutive pices of work put up for all to marvel at. But, yet, she is without a hint of smugness, that wore off years ago.
on she skips to her form room, stopping to give a cheery hello to mrs mills and the office staff. "good morning caroline" mrs mills replies and smiles to herself at the thought of the league tables.
with glee she strides into the form room before heading to her desk to catch up on some latin vocabulary lists which she so enjoys comitting to memory. mrs stevens, her form teacher, stumbles in and lands a huge pile of merit marks onto caroline's desk. caroline, embarassed but still grinning puts them in her immaculate locker and enthralled, listens intently to what mrs stevens has to say to the class.
next comes the best part of the morning, assembly. bright eyed and bushy tailed, caroline silently enters the hall and takes her seat. she listens to the speaker with excessive attention then gives rapturous applause as the speech comes to a close. With mrs williams by her side, she sings her little heart out and can feel a tear in her eye as she and her favourite latin teacher part.
the first to arrive, caroline immediately unpacks her bag and sets about repacking her bag, putting the books in order of size, cross sectioned by her degree of love for each subjects teacher.
all through the lesson, she looks up at the teacher with admiration, longing to spend as much time in school as she does. if only she too could be a teacher, but how would she choose which subject to teach. no, lawyer, doctor, businesswoman, prime minister and accountant in her spare time is more than enough.
break comes, and caroline delicately eats her break outside in the sub zero conditions so as to abide by school rules.
the second lesson of the day goes pretty much as the first did. time flies by in physics, it doesnt even seem like work. she may have already read the text book cover to cover, but that doesn't mean caroline isn't fascinated by what her teacher tells them.
lunchtime is a sad time in carolines day. for a few long minutes, caroline has to tear herself away form the learning she loves so much and go to her greek and drama lessons, whilst fitting in afew minutes to stop and chat to her friends as she eats her delicious meal of sweetcorn and tuna with crusty bread. as always, its delicious.
the afternoon flashes past in a whirlwind of exciting new topics and discussions concerning coursework and universities.
as the end of the day draws near, caroline loads her bag with the night's reading material, a latin dictionary, just for reference, some austin novels and the complete works of shakespeare. she wants a rest tonight so leaves her other books behind.
on the way home, she impresses her mother with annocdotes, recalling how mrs williams had mispronounced a word, oh how she had laughed!
the evening carries on with fireside readings, sing songs by the piano and the evening news, followed by violin, piano, clarinet, bass, flute and saxophone practice.
caroline yawns after a long day and so takes her milk and cookies to bed with her before settling down with a good book, 'Great Expectations', one of her favourites.
after getting into her bunny pyjamas, she settles down for a night of fantastical dreams, and so, as her sweet little head touches the pillow, caroline drifts into a deep sleep, ready to start another day in the wonderful world of caroline holroyde.
ps, caroline has read most of this email and although based on her personality is made up of lies and exaggerations, should not be taken seriously and no one should think that caroline is a goody two shoes swat, although she does love latin which unfortunately cannot be explained by any kind of brain damage which may be the result of her being dropped as a baby.
I [[heart]] teh Libbyness.
By the way, Caroline - I [[heart]] you too and of course I know all this is whimsical exaggeration on the part of Elizabeth....
[This is what Libby wrote]
every day around 4.12 am, or thereabouts, caroline opens her ickle eyes, wipes away the sleep and reaches over to her bedside table for her daily glass of volvic, not vittel, mineral water. There, she stumbles across last nights mensa quizzes, latin puzzles and the financial times. She yawns and gets up.
she wanders into her bathroom and emerges 3 and half hours later as the caroline we all know and love. she bounds downstairs in a burst of radiant ecstasy, with thoughts of jonny grek and physics fuelling her every leap. little molly the dog grapples with her for a few moments before caroline escapes and heads for the kitchen.
after discussing world events in minor depth with her family, caroline takes a leisurely stroll back upstairs to get her schoolthings. There, she packs her books, taking them from her room, where she has been leafing through them as a bit of light reading. She tosses her hair back and throws her latin books into her satchel with a grin.
Waving goodbye to her beautiful home, she bounds into the car with vigour and excitement, wondering what marvels she will meet in todays lessons. The journey whizzes by in a moment of revision and extra credit homework.
She arrives at school with a smile and cheerily waves at the window cleaners and chimney sweeps. With a skip, she bows to mrs williams with a friendly smile and is on her way. Soon, she passes her work on the school noticeboard and smiles with admiration and pride as she realsies she is the only one to have had 326 consecutive pices of work put up for all to marvel at. But, yet, she is without a hint of smugness, that wore off years ago.
on she skips to her form room, stopping to give a cheery hello to mrs mills and the office staff. "good morning caroline" mrs mills replies and smiles to herself at the thought of the league tables.
with glee she strides into the form room before heading to her desk to catch up on some latin vocabulary lists which she so enjoys comitting to memory. mrs stevens, her form teacher, stumbles in and lands a huge pile of merit marks onto caroline's desk. caroline, embarassed but still grinning puts them in her immaculate locker and enthralled, listens intently to what mrs stevens has to say to the class.
next comes the best part of the morning, assembly. bright eyed and bushy tailed, caroline silently enters the hall and takes her seat. she listens to the speaker with excessive attention then gives rapturous applause as the speech comes to a close. With mrs williams by her side, she sings her little heart out and can feel a tear in her eye as she and her favourite latin teacher part.
the first to arrive, caroline immediately unpacks her bag and sets about repacking her bag, putting the books in order of size, cross sectioned by her degree of love for each subjects teacher.
all through the lesson, she looks up at the teacher with admiration, longing to spend as much time in school as she does. if only she too could be a teacher, but how would she choose which subject to teach. no, lawyer, doctor, businesswoman, prime minister and accountant in her spare time is more than enough.
break comes, and caroline delicately eats her break outside in the sub zero conditions so as to abide by school rules.
the second lesson of the day goes pretty much as the first did. time flies by in physics, it doesnt even seem like work. she may have already read the text book cover to cover, but that doesn't mean caroline isn't fascinated by what her teacher tells them.
lunchtime is a sad time in carolines day. for a few long minutes, caroline has to tear herself away form the learning she loves so much and go to her greek and drama lessons, whilst fitting in afew minutes to stop and chat to her friends as she eats her delicious meal of sweetcorn and tuna with crusty bread. as always, its delicious.
the afternoon flashes past in a whirlwind of exciting new topics and discussions concerning coursework and universities.
as the end of the day draws near, caroline loads her bag with the night's reading material, a latin dictionary, just for reference, some austin novels and the complete works of shakespeare. she wants a rest tonight so leaves her other books behind.
on the way home, she impresses her mother with annocdotes, recalling how mrs williams had mispronounced a word, oh how she had laughed!
the evening carries on with fireside readings, sing songs by the piano and the evening news, followed by violin, piano, clarinet, bass, flute and saxophone practice.
caroline yawns after a long day and so takes her milk and cookies to bed with her before settling down with a good book, 'Great Expectations', one of her favourites.
after getting into her bunny pyjamas, she settles down for a night of fantastical dreams, and so, as her sweet little head touches the pillow, caroline drifts into a deep sleep, ready to start another day in the wonderful world of caroline holroyde.
ps, caroline has read most of this email and although based on her personality is made up of lies and exaggerations, should not be taken seriously and no one should think that caroline is a goody two shoes swat, although she does love latin which unfortunately cannot be explained by any kind of brain damage which may be the result of her being dropped as a baby.
I [[heart]] teh Libbyness.
By the way, Caroline - I [[heart]] you too and of course I know all this is whimsical exaggeration on the part of Elizabeth....
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on 2003-03-12 11:14 am (UTC)I want to read the one about Fidan.
I demand that Libby send them all to me too!
But lmao. That was amusing.
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on 2003-03-12 12:03 pm (UTC)Re:
on 2003-03-12 12:05 pm (UTC)Re:
on 2003-03-12 12:23 pm (UTC)*sighs*
Tired now.
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on 2003-03-12 12:23 pm (UTC)