First among equals

I loathe Merseyrail with a loathing that transcends mere dislike and reaches new and giddy heights of incoherent rage. In other words, I was stuck at Blundellsands for forty-five minutes and for some reason, it was bloody freezing. And it would be Friday, and it would also be a day where I've got too much to do and have been falling asleep all day and am constantly hungry, dammit. Surely none of this can be normal.

In other news, guess who's head librarian.

Yes, call me Nostradamus. Rola and Bethan are deputy head girls. I have the damn job whether I want it or not, and moreover, have it shared with Fidan. There hasn't been a better recipe for disaster since Hitler took back the Sudetenland. Fidan already wants me to do all the writing/speaking for the new sixth form induction day. Yeah, whatever. I do not want to stand up in front of the current Upper Fifth (may they die in orange-faced obscurity) and talk about the glory of the library committee. Possibly the most unsexy committee it is possible to be a part of, and famously populated by the school's outcasts, rejects and other people generally categorised under "miscellaneous." To make things worse, Rola suggested the fact I chose to be on the committee as a selling point. Well, maybe I did. Maybe I was an honorary member eight months ago and my role has... well, developed.

Talking of which, the other committees are no better. Magazine is particularly onerous - Mrs Myring, useless as she is, has decided she must, absolutely must, have all the articles in by next week. At which I thought but did not say, like fuck. The very idea is quite laughable. In a masterpiece of comic timing, I have three mocks on Tuesday, a do-at-home mock over the weekend, an English timed essay and work all day Sunday. Damn it all to hell. Writing three carefully considered articles about Merchant Taylors' trivia is not high on my to-do list.

Mrs Myring is not one of my favourite people in the whole world at the moment. Apparently a lot of people have taken issue with her not turning up at our lesson yesterday (when we knew she was in school). Three weeks before the exam, we continue to not know a damn thing, so a delegation went to see Mrs Stubbs today. Who was, by all accounts, sympathetic; we can only wait and see.

I have been good today, and spent a lot of time revising. I've also spent a lot of time avoiding people, which was quite subconscious - I'd no idea I was doing it until later reflection. In any case, have revised some Chemistry - ought to do my mock, ick - and read a lot. I also went out in the afternoon to McDonald's. That sounds incredibly sad, and when I say I went to redeem a coupon that was expiring today, it sounds even sadder. I have to say, the fruit-in-yoghurt wasn't worth it even though it was free.

I have too much work to do, and should probably get off the computer and do it. Never mind.

I don't think I have much more to say, anyway. One thing - I was talking to Julie about her new head girl status, and apparently Mr Evans, being a seasoned campaigner, found the whole idea of ballots irresistible and thoroughly enjoyed himself. We are talking about a man who left the Labour party when it got too right-wing, so it's all good. Anyway, he's been encouraging Julie to abuse her power, and even bowing to her on occasion. My idea is to have her go up to him on Monday and tell him to stop it, she is merely primus inter pares. I want to be around just to see the look on his face.

And having said all that, I should go and do some work.