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Unblockedness
Sep. 10th, 2003 01:26 pmCross your fingers - livejournal seems to be unblocked in school. Up until now, my paid accounr was letting me look at any pages that didn't have "www" in them - ie, I couldn't login, couldn't read friends-only entries, couldn't post or read comments and couldn't look behind cuts. But I can do all that now, so...
Anyway, I have voluntary service this afternoon. The morning has been all right, as mufti is refreshing, despite the fact the school seems to be absolutely freezing and I haven't once taken off my coat. I was dreading Biology this morning, but it turned out to be rather unexpectedly interesting, and I had it in that tiny Physics lab that is actually quite nice with the small amount of people in it.
I have voluntary service at the Stroke Association with Emma Wood; we are Wednesday friends, it seems, as we have a library meeting during assembly and I have now learnt how to put the broadsheets on the newspaper sticks. That's all I've actually learnt, and I have no more lessons today. We went out at lunch into the village and got pasties at Sayers. Becca dropped hers and moaned about it to rather extreme lengths. Anyway. I thought it was fun. After all, freedom and food were involved.
We have to be at the place by two, so we ought to leave soon. I won't get home until the ordinary time, sadly, but still. It's better than lessons, and at least there's no children involved. Becca and Nicola went to Forefield - Becca's afraid she'll be patronising and Nicola's afraid they'll throw stuff at her. I begin to feel I missed out in not going to a state primary school. They left much earlier than me, and Becca's last piece of advice for me was not to kill anyone. I'll try not to.
Time to go.
Anyway, I have voluntary service this afternoon. The morning has been all right, as mufti is refreshing, despite the fact the school seems to be absolutely freezing and I haven't once taken off my coat. I was dreading Biology this morning, but it turned out to be rather unexpectedly interesting, and I had it in that tiny Physics lab that is actually quite nice with the small amount of people in it.
I have voluntary service at the Stroke Association with Emma Wood; we are Wednesday friends, it seems, as we have a library meeting during assembly and I have now learnt how to put the broadsheets on the newspaper sticks. That's all I've actually learnt, and I have no more lessons today. We went out at lunch into the village and got pasties at Sayers. Becca dropped hers and moaned about it to rather extreme lengths. Anyway. I thought it was fun. After all, freedom and food were involved.
We have to be at the place by two, so we ought to leave soon. I won't get home until the ordinary time, sadly, but still. It's better than lessons, and at least there's no children involved. Becca and Nicola went to Forefield - Becca's afraid she'll be patronising and Nicola's afraid they'll throw stuff at her. I begin to feel I missed out in not going to a state primary school. They left much earlier than me, and Becca's last piece of advice for me was not to kill anyone. I'll try not to.
Time to go.