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Lower Five sex education
Nov. 18th, 2003 05:28 pmI'm tired, but I haven't done anything. I didn't even bother getting out of bed this morning. Stayed there in the full knowledge that I was going to be late, so I might as well stay in bed and be later. I wasn't even late, in the end. That was almost disappointing.
What wasn't disappointing was the fact Chemistry was kind of sort of cancelled. We were told to go away and do a test paper somewhere else, as Mrs Miller was away. So I went out, bought some sweets, then went back to the library to do the test paper. It was horrible. I later found out that Mrs Miller wasn't away, but doing sex education with the Lower Fives. It's the year where they have to practise putting condoms on polystyrene penises, which amused me slightly. The way they do it is hilarious, yanking them on. Charlotte Barry fainted. Apparently she's allergic to rubber and never knew before. Becca wondered what she's going to do when she's older. I wondered, too.
Nothing else really happened. At lunch, Nicola and I had a brief pseudo-argument about whose turn it was to change the newspapers. "I'll do it," she said in the end, "because you're so stupid-" and she walked into a door. I laughed for ten minutes.
Talking of stupid, I had a Biology practical. I dropped things. Sarah squirted amylase everywhere. No-one seemed capable of doing anything without making a mess of it somehow. It was all very typical.
Got home to find envelope from the DVLA. I have a provisional license. It's not valid until January, of course, but after that it's valid for nine years and once I've taken my test it's valid for fifty-seven years. The picture of me isn't too awful, thankfully.
I'm tired and hungry and all the rest of it. I don't think I want to write any more.
What wasn't disappointing was the fact Chemistry was kind of sort of cancelled. We were told to go away and do a test paper somewhere else, as Mrs Miller was away. So I went out, bought some sweets, then went back to the library to do the test paper. It was horrible. I later found out that Mrs Miller wasn't away, but doing sex education with the Lower Fives. It's the year where they have to practise putting condoms on polystyrene penises, which amused me slightly. The way they do it is hilarious, yanking them on. Charlotte Barry fainted. Apparently she's allergic to rubber and never knew before. Becca wondered what she's going to do when she's older. I wondered, too.
Nothing else really happened. At lunch, Nicola and I had a brief pseudo-argument about whose turn it was to change the newspapers. "I'll do it," she said in the end, "because you're so stupid-" and she walked into a door. I laughed for ten minutes.
Talking of stupid, I had a Biology practical. I dropped things. Sarah squirted amylase everywhere. No-one seemed capable of doing anything without making a mess of it somehow. It was all very typical.
Got home to find envelope from the DVLA. I have a provisional license. It's not valid until January, of course, but after that it's valid for nine years and once I've taken my test it's valid for fifty-seven years. The picture of me isn't too awful, thankfully.
I'm tired and hungry and all the rest of it. I don't think I want to write any more.
