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I'm tired.
I'm always tired. Not more than usual, today, although the day has been its usual length and long. Becca is back, but I haven't talked to her much, I don't know why. We didn't have lunch together because she had a charities committee meeting to go to. Or something like that. I sat in the common room for most of the day, leaning on the radiator and reading Maskerade. That is, as much of the day as I could, as unsurprisingly I had to go to lessons. All of them. Even Politics, where I had to tell Mr Evans I'd lost all my notes. He was very good about it.
And we had a Biology practical. It involved beetroot, and as it was practice coursework, Mrs Rice-Oxley followed us round everywhere making notes. It was very intimidating. And needless to say, everything went horribly, horribly wrong, and the woman has given us homework to do despite the fact she's giving us a test tomorrow. I hate Biology. The only good thing about the practical (it made me twenty minutes late) was without it I'd have never run into Mrs Miller outside the door. Not the one who now teaches me Chemistry, but the one who taught me History last year. I'd forgotten how nice she is.
And so I went home. Missed the train, but I wasn't expecting to catch it. My life is so boring nowadays. Wednesdays are a highlight because they're slightly different, and involve deciding what to wear, so yes. Wednesday. Tomorrow. I'm bored.
I'm always tired. Not more than usual, today, although the day has been its usual length and long. Becca is back, but I haven't talked to her much, I don't know why. We didn't have lunch together because she had a charities committee meeting to go to. Or something like that. I sat in the common room for most of the day, leaning on the radiator and reading Maskerade. That is, as much of the day as I could, as unsurprisingly I had to go to lessons. All of them. Even Politics, where I had to tell Mr Evans I'd lost all my notes. He was very good about it.
And we had a Biology practical. It involved beetroot, and as it was practice coursework, Mrs Rice-Oxley followed us round everywhere making notes. It was very intimidating. And needless to say, everything went horribly, horribly wrong, and the woman has given us homework to do despite the fact she's giving us a test tomorrow. I hate Biology. The only good thing about the practical (it made me twenty minutes late) was without it I'd have never run into Mrs Miller outside the door. Not the one who now teaches me Chemistry, but the one who taught me History last year. I'd forgotten how nice she is.
And so I went home. Missed the train, but I wasn't expecting to catch it. My life is so boring nowadays. Wednesdays are a highlight because they're slightly different, and involve deciding what to wear, so yes. Wednesday. Tomorrow. I'm bored.
