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Curious incidents
Mar. 18th, 2004 08:29 pmGah. Another bad day. My work ethic is going down the proverbial toilet to the back of beyond, or some other mixed metaphor. I got up this morning at quarter past seven, and just thought, no. I am not getting up and you can't make me, so piss off world. So I went back to bed. And slept dreamlessly through until half eight, at which point I got dressed very leisurely and made it into school at ten past nine, just in time for Politics with Mr Evans.
Yes, talking of politics... two days ago, the Conservative party candidate for Crosby constituency was decided on. The Conservative Party, endless in their magnanimity, offered to invite a couple of Merchants' sixth form students, anyone who was interested. Mr Evans offered it to me first, but advised me against it - "Wouldn't want you disowned by your family." I agreed. In the end, Rosie went. Her mother apparently told her, "If you come back a member I'm lynching you." Which made me giggle.
In any case, this brought out the fact that most of my Politics class remain raging Conservatives. The lesson was fairly interesting, and following that I had a free in which Becca and Julie went off up the scaffolding in the hall - at least, they tried. Neither of them could quite muster up the courage to dangle off the roof, so they had to play with the lights in the soundbox instead. In the meantime, I wrote a Politics essay in relative peace, and at about a quarter to twelve, stumbled across a small plastic box on the common room table. It had pasta in it. Nice, cooked pasta with vegetables, and it belonged to me, left over from yesterday. So I wandered over to the kitchen, stuffed it in the microwave, then went across to the hall.
We had to somehow get out of Maths-for-Science today. We did, to some extent, and I'm glad we did. Because I was standing up by the soundbox, vaguely listening to the play rehearsal going on below and watching Becca play with the following spotlights, when I got something of a surprise.
Jane was there. It took my beleagured brain several seconds to process this, at which point I said several things that can all be summed up by "Squee!" and inquired what on earth she was doing there. Apparently she's already broken up for Easter, and has much more time off than me. Her arrival was the last thing I expected, but it certainly made the play rehearsal a lot more enjoyable. So did the fact Becca abruptly got bored of doing the lighting and stuck some music on, flashed the red spotlights and gave the Lower Fours an impromptu disco. Random but fun.
Jane couldn't actually stay very long. We went back to the common room, where Mr Evans was suitably political and bemoaned the fact that his current class, ie the one I'm in, are all "slightly to the right of Ghengis Khan." Apparently Jane played a similar part last year to the one I'm playing now, which amused me.
She had to go, and I had to go to Chemistry and do a faintly interesting practical (no, I did not drop anything) on relative oxidation states. The chlorate ions were my favourite, but that's by the bye. And that was that, really. I had a boring English lesson and then came home to find we're playing host to some old friends of the family. So, my mother is currently in the kitchen being polite and nice, and I'm hiding in the study.
In other news, I have finished reading The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-time. It's an amazingly original book; I've never read anything like it. A murder mystery where the victim is a dog and the narrator is a child with Asperger's. The style of writing is absolutely spot-on - I knew a bit about autism, but this has made what i knew spring to life. I adored the casual treatment of the narrator, Christopher, and his occasionally severely autistic way of considering the world. He won't eat or touch anything yellow or brown, and he can't stand to be touched, and he's capable of multiplying six digit numbers mentally in seconds, but he mentions these things as if they are perfectly normal - which, of course, they are to him. I can't describe it, so you should all go and read it.
Because of the unexpected descent of these family friends, I didn't get to watch the whole of Redemption part 2. I do like it, though; Lemon Chicken Guy! I love Lemon Chicken Guy! Especially when he says, "I always wanted to be a pianist," and Sam says, "Excuse me?"
And I love Jonas. He rocks so much.
And, yes. I will finish there. Talking of Descent, it's on tomorrow but I don't think I'll bother watching it.
Yes, talking of politics... two days ago, the Conservative party candidate for Crosby constituency was decided on. The Conservative Party, endless in their magnanimity, offered to invite a couple of Merchants' sixth form students, anyone who was interested. Mr Evans offered it to me first, but advised me against it - "Wouldn't want you disowned by your family." I agreed. In the end, Rosie went. Her mother apparently told her, "If you come back a member I'm lynching you." Which made me giggle.
In any case, this brought out the fact that most of my Politics class remain raging Conservatives. The lesson was fairly interesting, and following that I had a free in which Becca and Julie went off up the scaffolding in the hall - at least, they tried. Neither of them could quite muster up the courage to dangle off the roof, so they had to play with the lights in the soundbox instead. In the meantime, I wrote a Politics essay in relative peace, and at about a quarter to twelve, stumbled across a small plastic box on the common room table. It had pasta in it. Nice, cooked pasta with vegetables, and it belonged to me, left over from yesterday. So I wandered over to the kitchen, stuffed it in the microwave, then went across to the hall.
We had to somehow get out of Maths-for-Science today. We did, to some extent, and I'm glad we did. Because I was standing up by the soundbox, vaguely listening to the play rehearsal going on below and watching Becca play with the following spotlights, when I got something of a surprise.
Jane was there. It took my beleagured brain several seconds to process this, at which point I said several things that can all be summed up by "Squee!" and inquired what on earth she was doing there. Apparently she's already broken up for Easter, and has much more time off than me. Her arrival was the last thing I expected, but it certainly made the play rehearsal a lot more enjoyable. So did the fact Becca abruptly got bored of doing the lighting and stuck some music on, flashed the red spotlights and gave the Lower Fours an impromptu disco. Random but fun.
Jane couldn't actually stay very long. We went back to the common room, where Mr Evans was suitably political and bemoaned the fact that his current class, ie the one I'm in, are all "slightly to the right of Ghengis Khan." Apparently Jane played a similar part last year to the one I'm playing now, which amused me.
She had to go, and I had to go to Chemistry and do a faintly interesting practical (no, I did not drop anything) on relative oxidation states. The chlorate ions were my favourite, but that's by the bye. And that was that, really. I had a boring English lesson and then came home to find we're playing host to some old friends of the family. So, my mother is currently in the kitchen being polite and nice, and I'm hiding in the study.
In other news, I have finished reading The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-time. It's an amazingly original book; I've never read anything like it. A murder mystery where the victim is a dog and the narrator is a child with Asperger's. The style of writing is absolutely spot-on - I knew a bit about autism, but this has made what i knew spring to life. I adored the casual treatment of the narrator, Christopher, and his occasionally severely autistic way of considering the world. He won't eat or touch anything yellow or brown, and he can't stand to be touched, and he's capable of multiplying six digit numbers mentally in seconds, but he mentions these things as if they are perfectly normal - which, of course, they are to him. I can't describe it, so you should all go and read it.
Because of the unexpected descent of these family friends, I didn't get to watch the whole of Redemption part 2. I do like it, though; Lemon Chicken Guy! I love Lemon Chicken Guy! Especially when he says, "I always wanted to be a pianist," and Sam says, "Excuse me?"
And I love Jonas. He rocks so much.
And, yes. I will finish there. Talking of Descent, it's on tomorrow but I don't think I'll bother watching it.
