Calliope

Since this morning, nothing else has happened. The assembly is going to be a pile of crap, which is my general warning to lilka and cucharita - don't sit down expecting to see great things, because you won't. Bev wrote the prayer, which I loved. "Dear God, please give us a wee bit o'confidence, but not too much. Amen."
I have to say that, I think. I also have to deliver a minute-and-a-half spiel, ad-libbed 'cause I can't be bothered to write it.
Met Mrs Wadsworth, wailed about how boring the lessons are now, but she was unsympathetic. We've got to go to the sixth form evening later tonight, and she'll be there, with lots of people trying to persuade her to come back.

What else?
Yes... emerald_embers showed me her copy of the school magazine, Calliope. They have published the article I gave them.

The Big Sleep

The sixth form evening was better than expected because I kept running into everyone - Becca, Bev, cucharita and _vertigo, and there was much talking and hugging and standing around in knots of conversation, even though we saw each other three hours before. My parents spent a while talking to Becca's - apparently Peter's parents' evening was today and he's been naughty, disruptive, unruly, and they blame the influence of two teenagers in the house, who say stuff an eight-year-old should not hear. Pedar and Becca's dad were busy discussing Liverpool so they missed all this, what a shame.
Pedar himself was a pain, of course, because it's very difficult to make him behave and not be sarcastic/liberal at stuff like this. During the forty-five minute long talk they gave us, he kept on sending me telepathic death threats. In other words, he was bored out of his mind. I wasn't, because I was busy mentally criticising their truly crappy Powerpoint presentation, filled with grammatical errors and noxious clipart.
After it was over, we went round the teachers giving information on the courses. So far Politics seems the most interesting of the things I want to take, but English was also good, and Pedar was delighted to see books by Raymond Chandler on their table.

That appears to be everything.