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The last couple of days have not been good, shall we say? They've mostly involved my getting very pissed off with the entire world. It reached a point this morning where the scientist-type people decided my general state of depression was getting beyond bizarre. I actually agreed with them. Bizarre is the word.
Today was Rola's birthday, which she has been telling us about for months. It's very important to her, partly because she has always thought that on her birthday, she should make sure everyone else has a good time as well as her. Which was why I found myself down in the village at nine o'clock this morning, listening to Fidan weigh up the benefits of balloons and party poppers. We eventually got both, plus Malteasers, and went up to the Chemistry lab. Our shouting "surprise!" didn't go all that well, but Rola was pleased. And I gave her a bracelet I'd made with beads from the Bead Shop and she loved it. I was glad, particularly as she even liked the colour (I debated over it at length!) and everything. There's one thing achieved.
My lessons were a bit odd today. Firstly, half my English set were off on a French trip. Everyone else had to stay and listen to what we have to do for coursework. It's for a listening audience this time, and because my first piece (short story, theme of multiculturalism, pretentious in the extreme) was written to entertain, this next one has to be to persuade. In short, it will have to be a persuasive speech. Speeches are all very well when you have something to say. It appears that half the class don't. As I put it to Karen (she sits behind me, I don't know her very well), "What pisses you off?"
She said nothing did. Which I thought was strange. When I thought about it some more, it dawned on me what pisses me off and now know what the speech will be about. My own one, I mean. Gay rights. I mean, what else?
I suppose it was the afternoon that removed my general state of pissed-offedness. It's amazing what a few hours will do, but I had an unexpected free (Mr Evans wasn't around for some reason) and camped out in the library, read Monstrous Regiment again, looked in on Mrs Barry and wandered off to our common room feeling unaccountably better. I actually summoned up the courage to note down my exam timetable. I'm achieving things left right and centre.
Rola struck back in Biology. She talked Rice-Oxley into biscuits all round. Very nice, especially as they were quadruple chocolate and stem ginger biscuits. I didn't have much to do because of the shaky-hand problem (we were doing practicals again).
And that is all, as I am now home and looking forward to tomorrow a little bit. Because I have a half day. And a free. And no voluntary service. I should be home by one.
Sorry for how boring this entry is, but it's all I really feel up to. Sigh.
Today was Rola's birthday, which she has been telling us about for months. It's very important to her, partly because she has always thought that on her birthday, she should make sure everyone else has a good time as well as her. Which was why I found myself down in the village at nine o'clock this morning, listening to Fidan weigh up the benefits of balloons and party poppers. We eventually got both, plus Malteasers, and went up to the Chemistry lab. Our shouting "surprise!" didn't go all that well, but Rola was pleased. And I gave her a bracelet I'd made with beads from the Bead Shop and she loved it. I was glad, particularly as she even liked the colour (I debated over it at length!) and everything. There's one thing achieved.
My lessons were a bit odd today. Firstly, half my English set were off on a French trip. Everyone else had to stay and listen to what we have to do for coursework. It's for a listening audience this time, and because my first piece (short story, theme of multiculturalism, pretentious in the extreme) was written to entertain, this next one has to be to persuade. In short, it will have to be a persuasive speech. Speeches are all very well when you have something to say. It appears that half the class don't. As I put it to Karen (she sits behind me, I don't know her very well), "What pisses you off?"
She said nothing did. Which I thought was strange. When I thought about it some more, it dawned on me what pisses me off and now know what the speech will be about. My own one, I mean. Gay rights. I mean, what else?
I suppose it was the afternoon that removed my general state of pissed-offedness. It's amazing what a few hours will do, but I had an unexpected free (Mr Evans wasn't around for some reason) and camped out in the library, read Monstrous Regiment again, looked in on Mrs Barry and wandered off to our common room feeling unaccountably better. I actually summoned up the courage to note down my exam timetable. I'm achieving things left right and centre.
Rola struck back in Biology. She talked Rice-Oxley into biscuits all round. Very nice, especially as they were quadruple chocolate and stem ginger biscuits. I didn't have much to do because of the shaky-hand problem (we were doing practicals again).
And that is all, as I am now home and looking forward to tomorrow a little bit. Because I have a half day. And a free. And no voluntary service. I should be home by one.
Sorry for how boring this entry is, but it's all I really feel up to. Sigh.
