Interesting...

Sex Ed with Mrs Mills. Interesting. She appears to be against gay people. I can't say I'm entirely surprised, but there you go. She is not the subject of this entry. Neither is AIDS, chlamdiya (sp?) or genital herpes.
I am still thinking about NaNoWriMo. I must be utterly insane. I would be just another one joining the legions of frustrated writers who are suddenly crawling out of the woodwork.
Insane.
Someone's listening to the radio.
That's it. I hope purplerainbow rethinks her dramatic stance against the Internet. It is not a roadblock on the path to total knowledge - no.
I have to go - and learn more about what not to do while not fucking everyone in sight.

Filler

Mrs Mills really was homophobic earlier. The details of it are just coming back to me. I guess, being a headmistress of an all-girls' independent school, lesbianism isn't something she wants to be reminded of.
I can't say anything else; I have to go...

Mostly politics

I wanted to update properly in the morning, and I tried twice, but I couldn't do it properly. That's the one thing I hate about being back at school - I can't "tell the world the story of my life, as it happens" any more. Not that "as it happens" part, anyway.
In the morning, our utterly pointless PSHE lesson involved an old Eighties video about class discrimination. They were talking about "John Major's classless society" quite a lot. I can barely remember John Major's Conservative goverment, although I do remember Pedar's subtle shout for joy when the Labour Party got into power. I remembering wondering why this was such an event - it was around then he started extending my education to deal with politics. I barely remember Ronald Reagan, either - although I've always felt a litte sad that I was born into a world under the combined leadership of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. Every baby born at the time was a holy sacrifice on the altar of capitalism. The world is a little different now, although Pedar seems to think the entire Western world is moving towards the right. I'll be able to vote in the next General Election, if it isn't called early. Pedar said if I vote Conservative, he'll disown me. "That's not a very liberal attitiude," sayeth I, pouting slightly, and he looked stunned for a minute, then laughed.
I don't know why I'm talking about politics. I was talking about that Eighties class distinctions video. It was about an experiment they conducted - taking two girls from a comprehensive school in London and switching them with two girls from a private school in a wealthy suburb. I guess for most schools, this would have been a faintly interesting, faintly educational video, but not in mine. The problem was to do with the private school - it was too much like Merchants' to be taken seriously. I know how pretentious my school is, of course, but it does have good results, seven hundred middle class students, and four hundred years of history to back it up in its pretensions. It's also staunchly Conservative - they hold a mock school election at the same time as the General Election, and the depressing thing was the fact the Conservative party won with a sizeable majority in our election. I voted myself, of course - Liberal Democrat. The other depressing thing was the nauseatingly low turnout - 50%. I guess I'm the only person of my age I know with such an interest in politics, but I can't help it, not with Pedar educating me. At the time of the election, Beverley asked me to explain politics to her. I took a deep breath and did my best. Fifteen minutes later, the Lib Dems had another ballot paper in their favour.
And there was the sex ed lesson, but I don't feel up to describing all of that. Only Mrs Mills' homophobia really seemed prominent. Her advice was characteristic, but really not pleasant. A headmistress, particularly one like her, shouldn't be allowed to instruct people in how not to fuck everyone in sight. It's a job best left to the experts.
We had yet another video, one on STDs this time, and it was based in around the District General Hospital! I was absolutely terrified Pedar was going to appear in shot somewhere. He's a frigging gynaecologist(!)
Thankfully he wasn't there.

Where are you going?

Okay, two things I should have mentioned yesterday.
Firstly, I got my National Insurance Number... I am now a person in the eyes of the law. I told my mother about it, and she got a bit sniffly. "You're a big girl now..."
No, I'm not. I miss my mum!
And secondly, I have signed up for NaNoWriMo. I am utterly, totally, completely howlingly insane.

Next... carrot and orange cake. Nice. And I'm going to miss M*A*S*H tomorrow, because of parents' evening! Ick! And Pedar doesn't even want to go - it's just the school make such a fuss, as he hasn't been to any of them.
M*A*S*H today was a good ep - "Quo Vadis, Captain Chandler?" - about that guy who thinks he's Jesus Christ. I was expecting it to be funny, and it was, as Col. Flagg was in it, the one who said to Hawkeye and Trapper, "You're a pair of cutie-pies, aren't you?"
Couldn't agree more. Meow.
There was something almost mystical about the guy who thought he was Jesus. He blessed them all, including Radar's teddy-bear. Nice.
And now, cake.