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I wasn't going to write about today, because it wasn't all that interesting. Wednesday morning in school, the usual this that and the other, what with me suffering through buffers in Chemistry and then the boredom-fest that is comparative Politics. And I went out for lunch, chatted with Miranda while she waited for a bus, and went to buy the usual lemon muffin from Gregg's. And then I spent the afternoon listening to Mrs O'Connor and Mrs Neophytou bicker in the library and wrote up notes on buffers. I am yet to do the calculations, go me, but I'm happily ignoring A-levels in favour of interviews. I'm going to miss three days next week so I may as well do all my copying-up in one fell swoop.
At three, I went up to the common room to meet the rest of the science gang. We had each been issued formal invitations from the University of Liverpool to a lecture at the Chemistry department - "Mass spectra and the A-level student", which is just as scintillating as it sounds. Even more so, considering our trip was hysterically funny - six of the weirdest people I know, plus me - on the way to Liverpool on a train that broke down several times, then a long, long walk through the university campus where we got lost so much we were twenty minutes late. Particularly shameful on my part, as I was born on Hope Street - right between the Anglican and Roman Catholic - and spent the first three years of my life in the building I was born in.
Once we got there, the lecture wasn't even that interesting. Actually, it probably was. I was just so tired I was dropping off where I was sitting and had to drag myself to my feet when it was time to go. The walk back to Central seemed even longer, and I would have probably written the day off there had a startled voice not called, "Iona?" in the station.
It was Colleen! Yay for Colleen! I was surprised but infinitely glad to see her, and we exchanged a few words while the others bought tickets. It was only as we parted and I was on the other side of the ticket barriers that she remembered. "YOU DID!" she yelled. "YOU DID YOU DID!"
I ran away, down towards the Northern line platforms, where my six scientist friends happily besieged me. "Did what? Did what to whom?"
I started singing - "Wake me up before you go-go..." - and pointedly refused to answer any of their questions.
Someone said, "Who was he?"
Then Emma, who in so doing proved she is a part of The Colleen Show, said thoughtfully, "It wasn't someone I've met, was it? Maybe at Becca's party that time..."
The train came. I was happy.
Later on, after I got home and Pedar and I had given Laura a lift - she lives in Freshfield too, and we spent the walk back discussing Once More With Feeling - I got a phone call from Colleen. Well, after a few attempts. There was phone battery swapping, I learned later. It was Clare and Colleen, actually. "Didn't you get the text?"
The text arrived some time later: "Iona, clare and I want to come around to Talk. Are you busy? Yours in lunacy, hathor and osiris (and ron)."
That says it all, really. They were on the Wirral then. Thirty minutes later they were at my front door. "You're insane," I said.
"You're driving us nuts," they said.
Apparently so much so that they drove thirty miles for the sole purpose of sitting on me. And to see me too, they added. And when we were camped out in my room, table lamps providing light and computer humming in the background, they got on with the Talk.
When they'd finished, we sorted out a few other things (re: roadtrip destinations - there is a City of Enid in Northwest Oklahoma and the Municipalité de Clare in Nova Scotia) and the odd loose end from the other night - I appear to have lost my favourite top at some point - and talked about crap for two hours. Despite my carping, it was good to see them. And it made me feel loved, that they came all the way to see me. On their way to Ormskirk, but still.
When they left, I walked out to meet Ron and seeing as they parked way too far away, I got in the car to drive back. There was a brief moment of confusion where they threatned to sell me to werewolves or gypsies, I can't quite remember which, to pay for the petrol consumed, but I managed to escape with my life. And wander back inside, more or less ready for bed, but having had a good if faintly surreal day. And Pedar is wondering about what he'll do when I go to university, which I think is rather sweet.
At three, I went up to the common room to meet the rest of the science gang. We had each been issued formal invitations from the University of Liverpool to a lecture at the Chemistry department - "Mass spectra and the A-level student", which is just as scintillating as it sounds. Even more so, considering our trip was hysterically funny - six of the weirdest people I know, plus me - on the way to Liverpool on a train that broke down several times, then a long, long walk through the university campus where we got lost so much we were twenty minutes late. Particularly shameful on my part, as I was born on Hope Street - right between the Anglican and Roman Catholic - and spent the first three years of my life in the building I was born in.
Once we got there, the lecture wasn't even that interesting. Actually, it probably was. I was just so tired I was dropping off where I was sitting and had to drag myself to my feet when it was time to go. The walk back to Central seemed even longer, and I would have probably written the day off there had a startled voice not called, "Iona?" in the station.
It was Colleen! Yay for Colleen! I was surprised but infinitely glad to see her, and we exchanged a few words while the others bought tickets. It was only as we parted and I was on the other side of the ticket barriers that she remembered. "YOU DID!" she yelled. "YOU DID YOU DID!"
I ran away, down towards the Northern line platforms, where my six scientist friends happily besieged me. "Did what? Did what to whom?"
I started singing - "Wake me up before you go-go..." - and pointedly refused to answer any of their questions.
Someone said, "Who was he?"
Then Emma, who in so doing proved she is a part of The Colleen Show, said thoughtfully, "It wasn't someone I've met, was it? Maybe at Becca's party that time..."
The train came. I was happy.
Later on, after I got home and Pedar and I had given Laura a lift - she lives in Freshfield too, and we spent the walk back discussing Once More With Feeling - I got a phone call from Colleen. Well, after a few attempts. There was phone battery swapping, I learned later. It was Clare and Colleen, actually. "Didn't you get the text?"
The text arrived some time later: "Iona, clare and I want to come around to Talk. Are you busy? Yours in lunacy, hathor and osiris (and ron)."
That says it all, really. They were on the Wirral then. Thirty minutes later they were at my front door. "You're insane," I said.
"You're driving us nuts," they said.
Apparently so much so that they drove thirty miles for the sole purpose of sitting on me. And to see me too, they added. And when we were camped out in my room, table lamps providing light and computer humming in the background, they got on with the Talk.
When they'd finished, we sorted out a few other things (re: roadtrip destinations - there is a City of Enid in Northwest Oklahoma and the Municipalité de Clare in Nova Scotia) and the odd loose end from the other night - I appear to have lost my favourite top at some point - and talked about crap for two hours. Despite my carping, it was good to see them. And it made me feel loved, that they came all the way to see me. On their way to Ormskirk, but still.
When they left, I walked out to meet Ron and seeing as they parked way too far away, I got in the car to drive back. There was a brief moment of confusion where they threatned to sell me to werewolves or gypsies, I can't quite remember which, to pay for the petrol consumed, but I managed to escape with my life. And wander back inside, more or less ready for bed, but having had a good if faintly surreal day. And Pedar is wondering about what he'll do when I go to university, which I think is rather sweet.
