Politics, Salad Days and abject triviality

Brrr. Cold. And raw and wet and chilly. And the roads are ankle deep in sodden leaves. It's not pleasant.

The day has been sort of kind of nothing. The morning was all politics. Firstly the lessons, for lest we forget, I do Politics A-level. The main topic today seemed to be George Bush and the general underestimation of how much ridicule and contempt he is held in by most of the population, even the Conservatives. He's coming here on a state visit soon, apparently. I don't think it's a coincidence that Michael Moore is here as well.

Then came the new Extension Studies module, "Political Awareness." Being a political animal, I had to answer a lot of questions no-one else knew the answer to, such as "What do the Liberal Democrats believe in?", but in the end I just shut up. I have doubts about this module because of how similar it will be to my A-level, but it seems quite good. Bev, who is taking it just so she can learn about politics, seems to be leaning left. Which I am all for. She seemed rather surprised that I'm not a Conservative. Maybe I give off right-winger vibes. I don't know. This was after a lesson where we had gone through the entire political spectrum from extreme left (as an aside, apparently there was a point in the eighties where some constituencies used to vote for the Communists in greater numbers than they voted for the Conservatives) to the far right, where we discussed the BNP and their growing support. I do agree that it's very scary.

The last thing mentioned in that lesson is the fact we're probably going to hold mock elections of our own. Guess who's been nominated to run for political office? I'm quite looking forward to it; I'd love it. An excuse to get hyperbolic on a podium. The funny thing is, I have actually done this before. The last mock elections we held like this were when we were doing electoral reform in pre-GCSE history, and I was the Conservative candidate. Strange but true. I had a great time, detaching my own views completely and spewing all kinds of individualist rubbish while standing on a chair.

All this aside, the prize line rehearsal was at lunch. Prizegiving is tomorrow, but it hasn't sunk into my head yet. The rehearsal was pretentious in the extreme and took up so much time we didn't get into lunch until about 12.45, and so most of the food was gone. It reminded me of being in Upper Five. The afternoon was nothing to write about, mainly Chemistry, and I discovered I have a Chemistry mock and a Biology one in about two weeks' time. It's not even a year since I took my GCSE mocks. It's barely five months since I took my actualy GCSEs. To quote what osiris13 said so memorably back in May, what kind of a fucked-up system is that?

The next few weeks will therefore be traumatic, starting from tomorrow. Prizegiving. There was a brief interlude today when I got to the station early and was pounced upon by cucharita. She produced a welcome umbrella and we discussed tomorrow's arrangements. I'm going to see her in the morning anyway, as she is coming to Prizegiving. As I said, it hasn't sunk into my head that it is Prizegiving tomorrow. I get an hour's extra sleep, which is a good thing. I don't have to leave until about a quarter to nine, at which time I'll go into school, catch the bus to the Philharmonic with everyone else, and then go to my seat in the hall. L28, anyone who needs to know for any reason, and not in alphabetical order because I've got another prize. Afterwards, it'll be one o'clock and I'll take a look around for cucharita and lilka, 'cause I want to see them, then I'll head out into Liverpool. I need to get the finishing touches for Clare's birthday present, then go home. I won't get home until about two thirty and I'll need to leave again at three thirty, which will really be very very annoying, but I couldn't think of any way round it. Enid will meet me and Becca in town, and we'll lurk and linger and most likely go to Starbucks or Waterstone's before we head over to the Wirral. shipperkitten's mum has offered to pick us up, which is very sweet of her, and take us to the school, and the play begins at seven. We're going back to Em's afterwards, and I plan to give her Clare's and Hannah's birthday presents to keep them safe until the right day.

So that's it, then. All arranged. Tonight I'll have to get my homework done, or at least some of it, and think about revision. Meh. I wanted to make icons. All paid users get an extra five icons! I love LJ...

And one other thing - the people from the Formby Times came in this morning to take pictures. I'm going to be in the paper. Admittedly it's only the local paper, but I don't mind particularly. Something about being a Merchants' prizewinner. It's all very trivial.