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ravenIt's not been a good day. Tiring, as always, and as well as that, consistently wet, and Livejournal's still blocked from the school computers. I raised the issue with Mr Hood, who was shockingly reasonable, agreed the blocking was causing a lot of inconvenience for a lot of people (read, a lot of people in wide-eyed, blank-faced LJ withdrawal) and he'd look into it. I hope he does.
I got my Physics back from yesterday. It wasn't percentaged, but I fed the numbers into the calculator myself and got a nice rounded figure of 93%, which lightened my mood considerably. Beyond that, it was all coursework cover sheets, and Classics was boring and I tried to read and couldn't, and I had to go to French conversation and answer the question, "Est-ce que tu fait pour proteger l'environnement?" and I panicked. To make things slightly worse, Mrs Thomson stopped me in the corridor later especially to tell me not to be so succint in my answers. That didn't contribute towards my confidence.
Because of French, I got no lunch. They ran out of every kind of sandwich save for chicken mayonnaise. I hate chicken mayonnaise. I like sandwiches, but argle. I hate chicken in sandwiches! Who doesn't, apart from my mother? Becca was sublimely pissed off because of the lack of vegetarian options. Gotta love my school and their lack of food, organisation or just about anything else. Everyone in the Derby wing needs a new desk, we're running out of food, there's rats in the centenary hall, break-ins over Easter means most of the stuff in the drama cottage is gone, and what do they do? They move the fucking doors. Because apparently that's more important. It's the doors outside the dining room that have been moved about two metres to the left, and it's all so patently ridiculous I don't have words.
Our last PE lesson was today. Becca managed to skive successfully, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_detroit and I didn't exactly do very much, either. Fittingly, this was the first PE lesson Becca's ever skived, 'cause she's such a hopeless liar. Talking of Becca, she's the reason I have to go out again later tonight. The awards' night is at eight at the Crosby Comrades' Club, and I guess I'll go for a couple of hours - I've been to them all so far...
Right now, probably revision. I'm limiting myself to just LJ and email at the moment, no Yahoo!Groups or Straight Dope or even Google, because I don't want to be too distracted, not that I'm not distracted already, because I am. In a moment of fateful symbolism, I've moved my lamp from the computer table to my desk, which I hardly ever use. I've tidied it and I've even dusted in an attempt to actually get organised and actually revise.
Which is what I'd better do now. I'm leaving at eight, and will be back at about eleven.
I got my Physics back from yesterday. It wasn't percentaged, but I fed the numbers into the calculator myself and got a nice rounded figure of 93%, which lightened my mood considerably. Beyond that, it was all coursework cover sheets, and Classics was boring and I tried to read and couldn't, and I had to go to French conversation and answer the question, "Est-ce que tu fait pour proteger l'environnement?" and I panicked. To make things slightly worse, Mrs Thomson stopped me in the corridor later especially to tell me not to be so succint in my answers. That didn't contribute towards my confidence.
Because of French, I got no lunch. They ran out of every kind of sandwich save for chicken mayonnaise. I hate chicken mayonnaise. I like sandwiches, but argle. I hate chicken in sandwiches! Who doesn't, apart from my mother? Becca was sublimely pissed off because of the lack of vegetarian options. Gotta love my school and their lack of food, organisation or just about anything else. Everyone in the Derby wing needs a new desk, we're running out of food, there's rats in the centenary hall, break-ins over Easter means most of the stuff in the drama cottage is gone, and what do they do? They move the fucking doors. Because apparently that's more important. It's the doors outside the dining room that have been moved about two metres to the left, and it's all so patently ridiculous I don't have words.
Our last PE lesson was today. Becca managed to skive successfully, and
_detroit and I didn't exactly do very much, either. Fittingly, this was the first PE lesson Becca's ever skived, 'cause she's such a hopeless liar. Talking of Becca, she's the reason I have to go out again later tonight. The awards' night is at eight at the Crosby Comrades' Club, and I guess I'll go for a couple of hours - I've been to them all so far...Right now, probably revision. I'm limiting myself to just LJ and email at the moment, no Yahoo!Groups or Straight Dope or even Google, because I don't want to be too distracted, not that I'm not distracted already, because I am. In a moment of fateful symbolism, I've moved my lamp from the computer table to my desk, which I hardly ever use. I've tidied it and I've even dusted in an attempt to actually get organised and actually revise.
Which is what I'd better do now. I'm leaving at eight, and will be back at about eleven.
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on 2003-05-02 10:00 am (UTC)Re:
on 2003-05-02 10:04 am (UTC)And oh, yeah - unrelated, but I've got you another shotglass! There's now two, both tacky in the extreme, and if you'll email me at my livejournal address to lemme know where to send them...
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on 2003-05-02 11:05 am (UTC)But I never realised school was that run down. I didn't know about the desks, but I knew about the rat(s). I heard about the break ins too. Ella claimed that the Classics c/w dissapeared, but I'm unsure of the authenticity of that.
They didn't only move the doors 2 metres, they removed the pond from the atrium and they painted the sick room. Though new desks would be a better and more useful thing for the school to be spending money on.