Stir-fry

Thursday is never a good day.

Today wasn't so bad, but still... hmmm. It wasn't as chaotic as first supposed. Cooking on a Budget, particularly, went like a dream. Nothing burned, charred or exploded; there was no incoherent shouting from the Home Economics department, and while I did have to throw away a piece of carrot, there was nothing that remotely resembled the disasters of my younger days. Mrs Phillips was being remarkably nostalgic, in rather sweet fashion it must be said. She taught my year when we were still doing compulsory Home Economics, and can't get her head round the fact that time has passed. "It can't be five years!" She was rather annoyed with me for not throwing away my onion peelings. "Do you remember when you were a tot, I used to shout at you for that?"

I remembered. But she has now decided she can't shout at me any more because her daughter, Eleanor, is on the quiz team and she needs looking after. I will oblige.

The lesson was supposed to be an hour long, but the stir-fry was done in half that time, so Becca and I tidied up and went off to the common room, carrying what we'd made. On the way, we stopped to pick up the twenty-five packed lunches from the kitchens, and we stowed them on the table in the common room and settled back to eat lunch. Becca mentioned something about never having thought that sixth form would involve cooking your own lunch and eating it before half eleven in the morning, while safeguarding twenty-five sandwiches, packets of biscuits and cartons of orange juice. I stole one of the cartons; well, why not?

Auditions began at twelve. They all merge together in my mind, "they" being L4G, and I think I shall have to follow purplerainbow's example and start calling them "formlings." Yes, the formlings have all merged together in my mind, and after twenty minutes we had to go to Maths-for-science. It's cancelled next week, thankfully, but it wasn't too bad today. Mrs Jordan is quite sweet, actually - she's another one who can't believe we're not thirds any more - and is always very insistent that we have lunch. She laughed to hear we'd eaten our own cooking, and asked Emma if she'd done the same. Emma hadn't, because it was mushroom risotto and is still stuck to the wok.

After that, the chaos started winding down. I managed to make an idiot of myself in Chemistry - inorganic practical today, and the graph is supposed to be come out as more or less a straight line. I did the right things, even washed out my pipette with copper sulphate solution, but my graph... well, it undulated. No other word for it. Mrs Colvin took one look and started laughing. It looks like I tried to do it wrong, and I really didn't. It was amusing, but doesn't bode well for tomorrow; I have Biology coursework practical and have a feeling I am going to get it very, very wrong.

And that's it, I suppose. I got very very wet on the way home - prompting my grandmother to ask, "Is it raining?" - and ate some breakfast cereal for no particular reason. The only other thing of note is the fact amchau and I have finished the Crossover Epic! Finally! Last night, I finished off the epilogue and sent it off.

...and we're done.