Dec. 9th, 2004

raven: [hello my name is] and a silhouette image of a raven (wish I could stay)
I've been gone three days, and the world has, surprisingly, been going on without me. Things have happened in the meantime - all other Oxford interviews have come through, the BMAT results have arrived and tinsel and decorations have bloomed like sudden winter flowers. The news is mostly good; despite my insistence I'd only got half marks (this is true) my BMAT scores are 6.0, 5.0 and 10.5, way up above the normal distribution. I'm a fluke. Big walking fluke. But I am grateful. Fidan feels her results are the reason she was rejected from Oxford (sans interview, which I think is particularly galling). Luckily for her, she was one of those people for whom it wasn't the first choice. She asked almost nervously if I'd heard; I said yes, and that I was sorry to hear it. It's hard to know what to say, especially as I'd just come back.

I went back to the library in the morning to be met by Miranda on the way to a committee meeting, Sam, and Cat. And Mrs Barry, who didn't notice me slipping in, looked up and said, "Hello, stranger. Where have you been?"

Once they'd all finished teasing me and asking how it went, Miranda came back. She'd brought me a present from Germany ("Is it sauerkraut?" I asked, and was assured it wasn't). She's got me a small toy ape named Miggsy. With a tail twice as long as its body. It's delightfully surreal. I love it, and carried it everywhere for the rest of the day.

A day in which I spent a great deal of time telling everyone who asked how it went. In the afternoon, I was talking to Mrs Colvin about it in Chemistry (which I am clearly failing, again) and finished by explaining one of the questions ("Is politics an art or a science?") and my answer to it. When I stopped talking, there was a moment of pin-drop silence, then a burst of laughter from everyone but me. "What?" I asked petulantly.

Rola, through her laughter, got out, "No-one but you has any idea what you just said."

I conceded.

Later, Rice-Oxley gathered us all together in Biology and solemnly informed us we had a practical. It's that time of year again - we're making mobiles. This year, they are photosynthesis and respiration mobiles, and we spent a pleasant hour cutting and sticking and eating sweets. Fidan was talking about Bounty chocolate. "You lick the chocolate off, and then you put it in your mouth and breathe in so the coconut sensation is in your mouth and mmmmm..."

"She's getting orgasmic again," I murmured sotto voce.

Rola laughed. "I heard that! When I was on CCF one time, one of the lads said I was the only person who could make chocolate erotic."

I started to comment, but Rice-Oxley cut in, entirely deadpan. "I thought it was a well-documented phenomenon."

I giggled and started eating the Miniature Heroes. They now do Whole Nut ones, apparently. My mobile was actually rather a success, although the circle that represents ATP molecules keeps threatening to fall off. When I left, Rice-Oxley told me to tell Katrina her jumper with the squirrels is on her shelf.

I nodded sagely and wondered what the hell she was talking about. It became clear some time later, when Katrina retrieved the jumper. She's playing Rice-Oxley in the Christmas entertainment, and I thought it was characteristically good-natured of her to donate the jumper itself to save us the trouble of mocking it. The Christmas entertainment script is actually quite good, but it's going to be the most unrehearsed production in history. I don't know, really, as I have only two lines. They happen to be the first and last lines, however, which probably lends me a greater air of credibility.

That's it. I'm going to watch the Angel episode Hero tonight, and I know what happens and yet I still don't want to be told. If that makes any sense at all.

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