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It's very, very cold. The wind carries drizzle that goes everywhere and it whips straight through you. It's horrible. I had to walk to the station and back today, which was not so nice, but on the plus side, I now have a pretty Trio train pass that means I don't have to fumble for change all the time. The picture of me is awful, but thankfully blurred.
The day, then. Becca wasn't in - she's apparently been throwing up everywhere - and neither was Gemma, which did make me wonder if they'd killed each other over the weekend, but apparently not. I'm going to ring her - Becca, that is! - a little bit later. Today, I picked up bits and pieces about what happened after I left - apparently they watched Velvet Goldmine, and Katrina was disappointed that, and I quote, "Ewan McGregor only pulled a moony like Megan... but then he turned round!"
Talking of Meg's antics, Emma happened to mention them to her parents and now Mr Wood most definitely knows, and has been dropping not-so-subtle hints. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire staff room knew about it by the end of the day. It's all her fault, of course. All her idea, according to Kat and Nicola. They were telling me all this in French General, which is indicative of the amount of attention we were all paying. I will not, however, launch into another spiel about how utterly pointless general is. Too many already.
I went into lunch with Bev and Fidan today - much too wet and windy to go out, even if we'd wanted to - and we had a strange encounter with Mrs Phillips. Well, strange is not the word. She chased us across the dining hall yelling, "Lunch passes!"
"We haven't got them!" I yelled back.
"WHY?" - that was scary. She's constantly apoplectic with rage, that woman. I then tried to explain that said passes haven't been issued yet, but she was having none of it. In the end, we just pretended we couldn't hear her and went into lunch.
So, yes. If I'd had my way, I would have spent my afternoon sitting on the radiator reading Witches Abroad, but sadly, I had to go to Biology and Chemistry. Biology - I hate it. I hate it so much. I especially hate glycoproteins and the lipid bilayer plasma membrane and all of that. We had to watch a video - one of those American ones where they say everything funny. It's so hard to transliterate an American accent, because they do such strange things with vowels. Anyway. Then Chemistry, Ionisation Energy Across Period 3, which I enjoyed entirely too much. Well, I enjoyed it partly because we were in the little lab and could hear Mrs Phillips next door, shouting. Like I said, the woman never stops shouting, but when she's shouting at the first years, I always bask in the thought that I need never ever do Home Economics ever again, and Chemistry is not only many many times more useful and well regarded, but I can actually do it!
And that, I suppose, is everything. It's still freezing cold.
The day, then. Becca wasn't in - she's apparently been throwing up everywhere - and neither was Gemma, which did make me wonder if they'd killed each other over the weekend, but apparently not. I'm going to ring her - Becca, that is! - a little bit later. Today, I picked up bits and pieces about what happened after I left - apparently they watched Velvet Goldmine, and Katrina was disappointed that, and I quote, "Ewan McGregor only pulled a moony like Megan... but then he turned round!"
Talking of Meg's antics, Emma happened to mention them to her parents and now Mr Wood most definitely knows, and has been dropping not-so-subtle hints. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire staff room knew about it by the end of the day. It's all her fault, of course. All her idea, according to Kat and Nicola. They were telling me all this in French General, which is indicative of the amount of attention we were all paying. I will not, however, launch into another spiel about how utterly pointless general is. Too many already.
I went into lunch with Bev and Fidan today - much too wet and windy to go out, even if we'd wanted to - and we had a strange encounter with Mrs Phillips. Well, strange is not the word. She chased us across the dining hall yelling, "Lunch passes!"
"We haven't got them!" I yelled back.
"WHY?" - that was scary. She's constantly apoplectic with rage, that woman. I then tried to explain that said passes haven't been issued yet, but she was having none of it. In the end, we just pretended we couldn't hear her and went into lunch.
So, yes. If I'd had my way, I would have spent my afternoon sitting on the radiator reading Witches Abroad, but sadly, I had to go to Biology and Chemistry. Biology - I hate it. I hate it so much. I especially hate glycoproteins and the lipid bilayer plasma membrane and all of that. We had to watch a video - one of those American ones where they say everything funny. It's so hard to transliterate an American accent, because they do such strange things with vowels. Anyway. Then Chemistry, Ionisation Energy Across Period 3, which I enjoyed entirely too much. Well, I enjoyed it partly because we were in the little lab and could hear Mrs Phillips next door, shouting. Like I said, the woman never stops shouting, but when she's shouting at the first years, I always bask in the thought that I need never ever do Home Economics ever again, and Chemistry is not only many many times more useful and well regarded, but I can actually do it!
And that, I suppose, is everything. It's still freezing cold.
