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Mar. 1st, 2004 05:42 pmI have just made two very successful phone calls, which surprised me, actually. My mp3 player can apparently be fixed without cost to me, and also, I have a "trial day" for the Lady Green job on Sunday. Hopefully it will go well; if not I will then decide I am definitely unemployable.
Today was uneventful in the extreme. The morning's excitement was the swipe card system, which was an unmitigated disaster. People queueing up to swipe, making several unsuccessful attempts, massive crowds being generated and the lower school all being very confused. I have yet to try my card; tomorrow will have to do.
Actually, there was another source of excitement; there was a magazine committee assembly which I definitely didn't want to be involved in. Unfortunatly, another girl, Dawn, didn't come in and I had to read her part on sight. Apparently no one could tell. The only good thing about it was the fact we got Mr Evans involved. He jumped up and shouted, "I'm inspired! I want to write for the school magazine!" He's so funny that whatever he does guarantees him a laugh, and his constant references to "the current Mrs Evans" have prompted many people to ask, well, how many are there?
At lunchtime, I went down to the library and played Scrabble with Nichola and Sam. Sam is a far better player than Nichola and I put together; as she put it, "I'm in Upper Four, and I've beaten two sixth formers!" We made excuses "one dyslexic sixth former and another one who didn't come in until halfway through!" but the fact remains she beat us by thirty points, having used words like "faux" and "crag" and all kinds. Nichola and I managed to get into a fight over proper nouns. I always get the feeling she's flirting with me when we do that. It's rather nice.
I went down there again after Biology (genetic engineering, cystic fibrosis, done it all before!) ostensibly to return Eleanor's maths books, but it probably said a lot that I knew she would be there. There are always a few people in the library - Nichola, me, Sam, Eleanor, Lizzie (who is one of the formlings) and a couple of others. All in different forms, but we have this one thing in common - we're most likely social outcasts, and it's nice down there in the library. People are nice. Some people have only discovered this in real times of stress. I have mentioned Byranny once or twice before - she's a former member of the green chairs (in-crowd, natch) but no longer, because she apparently had sex with someone else's boyfriend... or something like that, I don't really care about the details. Anyway, she's the general social pariah/scapegoat for everything (Nina Brew seems to enjoy strummimg on an old crappy guitar and yelling "Bryanny is a whore!" to the tune of the Pretender's Angel of the Morning) and cannot set foot in our common room for fear of lynching (or cat-scratching, miaow). So she's in the library all the time. Where she cannot dare pass one of her prissy little comments on the interests of the library-type people, because she can't afford to piss anyone else off. She'll have absolutely nowhere to go, then.
I was thinking all this in the afternoon, watching the sunlight come in through the big windows at the back and fall onto the floor, and listening to Eleanor yelling about wedding-cakes, and watching Nichola rearrange the encyclopaedia volumes (the spines read "WORLD BOOKS") by doing some discreet shuffling (so they now read "WORD BOLOKS") and Sam throwing Scrabble tiles at someone and Lizzie laughing (she never does, as a general thing) and even Bryanny letting herself smile at something Mr Evans had said, and generally feeling rather good about the world in general.
The feeling continued even through that Chemistry test on the chlorination of alkanes, because not only did I understand it well enough to write about it, I also understood what came after. And the sun was shining through the lab windows as well, and all the way down to the station when I walked with Nichola and Julie. We were talking about silly things - Teflon and Klingons - and it was generally of the good.
That is everything. Tomorrow, basketball!
Today was uneventful in the extreme. The morning's excitement was the swipe card system, which was an unmitigated disaster. People queueing up to swipe, making several unsuccessful attempts, massive crowds being generated and the lower school all being very confused. I have yet to try my card; tomorrow will have to do.
Actually, there was another source of excitement; there was a magazine committee assembly which I definitely didn't want to be involved in. Unfortunatly, another girl, Dawn, didn't come in and I had to read her part on sight. Apparently no one could tell. The only good thing about it was the fact we got Mr Evans involved. He jumped up and shouted, "I'm inspired! I want to write for the school magazine!" He's so funny that whatever he does guarantees him a laugh, and his constant references to "the current Mrs Evans" have prompted many people to ask, well, how many are there?
At lunchtime, I went down to the library and played Scrabble with Nichola and Sam. Sam is a far better player than Nichola and I put together; as she put it, "I'm in Upper Four, and I've beaten two sixth formers!" We made excuses "one dyslexic sixth former and another one who didn't come in until halfway through!" but the fact remains she beat us by thirty points, having used words like "faux" and "crag" and all kinds. Nichola and I managed to get into a fight over proper nouns. I always get the feeling she's flirting with me when we do that. It's rather nice.
I went down there again after Biology (genetic engineering, cystic fibrosis, done it all before!) ostensibly to return Eleanor's maths books, but it probably said a lot that I knew she would be there. There are always a few people in the library - Nichola, me, Sam, Eleanor, Lizzie (who is one of the formlings) and a couple of others. All in different forms, but we have this one thing in common - we're most likely social outcasts, and it's nice down there in the library. People are nice. Some people have only discovered this in real times of stress. I have mentioned Byranny once or twice before - she's a former member of the green chairs (in-crowd, natch) but no longer, because she apparently had sex with someone else's boyfriend... or something like that, I don't really care about the details. Anyway, she's the general social pariah/scapegoat for everything (Nina Brew seems to enjoy strummimg on an old crappy guitar and yelling "Bryanny is a whore!" to the tune of the Pretender's Angel of the Morning) and cannot set foot in our common room for fear of lynching (or cat-scratching, miaow). So she's in the library all the time. Where she cannot dare pass one of her prissy little comments on the interests of the library-type people, because she can't afford to piss anyone else off. She'll have absolutely nowhere to go, then.
I was thinking all this in the afternoon, watching the sunlight come in through the big windows at the back and fall onto the floor, and listening to Eleanor yelling about wedding-cakes, and watching Nichola rearrange the encyclopaedia volumes (the spines read "WORLD BOOKS") by doing some discreet shuffling (so they now read "WORD BOLOKS") and Sam throwing Scrabble tiles at someone and Lizzie laughing (she never does, as a general thing) and even Bryanny letting herself smile at something Mr Evans had said, and generally feeling rather good about the world in general.
The feeling continued even through that Chemistry test on the chlorination of alkanes, because not only did I understand it well enough to write about it, I also understood what came after. And the sun was shining through the lab windows as well, and all the way down to the station when I walked with Nichola and Julie. We were talking about silly things - Teflon and Klingons - and it was generally of the good.
That is everything. Tomorrow, basketball!
