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I am really not looking forward to this weekend at all. Admittedly, it's a three-day weekend, which is a definite good point. Monday is the entrance exam; however, the powers that be have decided it is not a real holiday, and as well as homework, we get work set that we would have otherwise done in the missed lesson time. Which is a long way of saying I have a load of work to do. Actually, I ought to make a list. As well as the load of work to do, I have a load of other things to do. Tonight, I'm going out with my family, tomorrow, I have to get my eyes tested (again!), and Patrick is home, which is no bad thing, but is an added level of confusion.
Added to that, Becca is very keen to do something, she isn't sure what. And I want to go job-hunting.
In short, I am stressed. Today was fun, though - it began with a truly random assembly that involved the Upper Fours singing You Sexy Thing at Mr Evans, who seemed absolutely terrified. Everyone who goes past him now hums a few bars just to see him freak out. I was in a good mood because of that, but things started going downhill when I discovered I am apparently physically incapable of calculating standard enthalpies of combustion. And I don't have time to sit and work my way through the things.
More American Biology videoes compounded that partucular bad mood, and by lunchtime, I had wandered into the library out of nothing better to do and immediately walked into Nichola and Eleanor, playing Scrabble. We didn't do very well, and in the end, scrapped the game and instead attempted to spell out "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" with the tiles. There weren't enough Cs. I utilised a blank tile and all was well again. I actually came down to the library again later - Pedar thinks I should read more widely, so I went up to the Politics section to look at the books. I considered taking them out, but decided that "Beginner's Guide to Communism" and "Fascism in Europe" weren't the best way to go. I eventually took out a book called "Life On Other Planets And How To Find It", and went down to the lower library and met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quackaquacka. She was very interested in my books, and considered a useful book to be "How To Become A Fascist Dictator In Ten Easy Steps."
Number one - invade Poland.
Cue gently hysterical, Friday-afternoon laughter. Mrs Barry came in and wanted to know what on earth we were laughing at, and why wasn't Miranda wearing a tie? She said she had decided never to wear a tie again, and the way to achieve this would be to take over the world. I complained that said tie may by now have evolved into a sentient life-form and will take over the world before her.
I was very sorry to go to Politics. Mr Evans burst in as always, this time to grab chalk, but the strains of Hot Chocolate proved too much for him and off he went. We were all let out early anyway, so I went off home and here I am. I'm very tired and very hungry and very stressed. This is Not Good.
Added to that, Becca is very keen to do something, she isn't sure what. And I want to go job-hunting.
In short, I am stressed. Today was fun, though - it began with a truly random assembly that involved the Upper Fours singing You Sexy Thing at Mr Evans, who seemed absolutely terrified. Everyone who goes past him now hums a few bars just to see him freak out. I was in a good mood because of that, but things started going downhill when I discovered I am apparently physically incapable of calculating standard enthalpies of combustion. And I don't have time to sit and work my way through the things.
More American Biology videoes compounded that partucular bad mood, and by lunchtime, I had wandered into the library out of nothing better to do and immediately walked into Nichola and Eleanor, playing Scrabble. We didn't do very well, and in the end, scrapped the game and instead attempted to spell out "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" with the tiles. There weren't enough Cs. I utilised a blank tile and all was well again. I actually came down to the library again later - Pedar thinks I should read more widely, so I went up to the Politics section to look at the books. I considered taking them out, but decided that "Beginner's Guide to Communism" and "Fascism in Europe" weren't the best way to go. I eventually took out a book called "Life On Other Planets And How To Find It", and went down to the lower library and met
quackaquacka. She was very interested in my books, and considered a useful book to be "How To Become A Fascist Dictator In Ten Easy Steps."Number one - invade Poland.
Cue gently hysterical, Friday-afternoon laughter. Mrs Barry came in and wanted to know what on earth we were laughing at, and why wasn't Miranda wearing a tie? She said she had decided never to wear a tie again, and the way to achieve this would be to take over the world. I complained that said tie may by now have evolved into a sentient life-form and will take over the world before her.
I was very sorry to go to Politics. Mr Evans burst in as always, this time to grab chalk, but the strains of Hot Chocolate proved too much for him and off he went. We were all let out early anyway, so I went off home and here I am. I'm very tired and very hungry and very stressed. This is Not Good.
