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You know what? I thought you lot were kidding about International Talk Like a Pirate day.
But no. Assembly this morning, in comes Mr Wood. Wearing a bandana and eyepatch and carrying a plastic sword. Shouting, "Avast, me hearties!"
At least, that's what it sounded like. He then went on to Mrs Mills and said something that sounded like, "Beauty."
Bad mental imagery.
Anyway, where was I? Friday, September 19th, International Talk Like a Pirate day, twenty-third birthday of Hermione Granger, and marks two weeks back in school for us all. I think I'm doing all right so far, to be honest. I have a lot of homework this weekend, for the first time - all subjects, and thought required for all of them. I'm going to email![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shipperkitten later and ask her about electron arrangement. Can't think how I didn't realise I could do that before. She knows things.
The rest of the homework - Biology write up, thoughts on Blair's government - is all right. The English is to look at a poem, A Snowy Day At School I think it's called, by DH Lawrence. It's absolutely wonderful. I, who still confesses to being perplexed by poetry, really love it. It has a kind of stillness and beauty that makes me want to read it and re-read it, over and over.
I have a dull weekend to look forward to. Have just this minute finished Hogfather, and I'm planning to read Night Watch next. At least, I will when the singing inside my head stops. Becca's Queen phase continues unabated. I now have Under Pressure going round and round in my skull, with that bassline.
But no. Assembly this morning, in comes Mr Wood. Wearing a bandana and eyepatch and carrying a plastic sword. Shouting, "Avast, me hearties!"
At least, that's what it sounded like. He then went on to Mrs Mills and said something that sounded like, "Beauty."
Bad mental imagery.
Anyway, where was I? Friday, September 19th, International Talk Like a Pirate day, twenty-third birthday of Hermione Granger, and marks two weeks back in school for us all. I think I'm doing all right so far, to be honest. I have a lot of homework this weekend, for the first time - all subjects, and thought required for all of them. I'm going to email
shipperkitten later and ask her about electron arrangement. Can't think how I didn't realise I could do that before. She knows things. The rest of the homework - Biology write up, thoughts on Blair's government - is all right. The English is to look at a poem, A Snowy Day At School I think it's called, by DH Lawrence. It's absolutely wonderful. I, who still confesses to being perplexed by poetry, really love it. It has a kind of stillness and beauty that makes me want to read it and re-read it, over and over.
I have a dull weekend to look forward to. Have just this minute finished Hogfather, and I'm planning to read Night Watch next. At least, I will when the singing inside my head stops. Becca's Queen phase continues unabated. I now have Under Pressure going round and round in my skull, with that bassline.