Postcards, triglycerides and yellow cars
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ravenI got not one, but two postcards in the post today! The first was a beautiful scenic view of a rather pretty island, and as I know only one person who's been to the Maldives recently, that was lovely. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shipperkitten sounded like she was having fun, in past tense because she's been back for a week now!
The other postcard was just as pretty but less panoramic, and just as I was wondering who was sending me pictures of pink and purple flowers, I read the labels, realised the flowers were lupins, and everything began to make sense. I just stared at the card, not even reading it, and said out loud, "Squeee." Turning it over, of course, left no doubt as to who it was from, and if it is possible, I love her even more.
And the rest of the day. Well... "interesting" is a word I use too much. So, for that matter, is "well" but unfortunately they both apply. I think I'll get used to this in time, it will all become routine and so I won't inflict the minutiae on you all, but for now I'm doing my best. I didn't have assembly today, and it seems I won't for the rest of the week, as Friday involves my skipping it to meet the rest of the debating society, and tomorrow I have to go down to the library. Mrs Barry has press-ganged me into it. I'm not an actual librarian, only honorary. I suppose I can live with that, as Mrs Barry has helped me out with so many books, testing them out on me, giving them to me before they actually go into the library proper and even on occasion ordering them with me in mind. So I can go and help her.
More Chemistry this morning; the clock's still at it, going round and round and round and round. If it were really telling the time, we'd be midway through February by now. Anyway, there was that, and a lesson which I just about understood if I stuck my fingers in my ears and forced my brain to work rather than skim. Thankfully, that brief moment of actual work was followed by break (I stole someone's crackers and cheese from the kitchen) and English. I may have mentioned the new English teacher Mrs O'Connor before, but she deserves another mention because she is a simply wonderful teacher. Young, enthusiastic and effervescent, picks good poems and texts to do and teaches them well. And she seemed to get very excited when I told her "the" is the definite article. I always find it amusing that you can't express "the definite article" without using the definite article. But that's neither here nor there.
Alex came to ask my advice at lunch. Of course, she didn't want advice so much as reassurance, which I couldn't give, as she's decided she wants to drop Politics and I can't in all honesty say that is a good idea when she's only had one lesson. Today's lesson featured Mr Evans, who delivers lessons at the top of his voice with all the doors and windows open so the entire corridor is treated to some free education. Which isn't to say he isn't a good teacher; I rather think he is. My problem is not with the subject itself but with the people I'm in the class with - none of them seem very prepossessing and in a case of a few I can't honestly be sure why they're actually doing it. In any case, it might get better, and apparently we get to go down to London and the House of Commons at the beginning of December, and that will be fun.
And that's about all. I have a couple of gripes about Biology still; all right, more than gripes, as Mrs Rice-Oxley is utterly hopeless. She tries her best, but she says stuff like, "And lipids are made up of molecules of glycerol and fatty acids with a functioning -COOH group and in a condensation reaction they become triglycerides that may or may nor have double carbon bonds between the atoms therefore becoming unsaturated that's it any questions?" when the entire class was lost at "molecules." She had us chalking the board before she could write on it. That class becomes more and more surreal every time.
For the first time today, I actually walked home with Becca and Meg. They were playing some kind of insane game - it's called "Yellow Car" and involves yelling "Yellow car!" and hitting someone every time you see one - and arguing over the exact rules, hitting each other and shouting unrelated things like "Yellow bus stop!" (the one by Coronation Park) and "Baked beans!" (in the window of the Co-op) and when I finally cracked and started yelling at them, I realised there had been a third behind us all the way, watching in bemusement as the three of us, supposedly grown up, had been shouting "Yellow car!" and randomly hitting each other for twenty minutes straight.
Yes, that was fun. I ran into Pedar at Freshfield, and we came home together. I have to decide what to wear tomorrow. It's Wednesday, so mufti. I've got to go to the Stroke Association in the afternoon. Oh, well. Better than school.
shipperkitten sounded like she was having fun, in past tense because she's been back for a week now!The other postcard was just as pretty but less panoramic, and just as I was wondering who was sending me pictures of pink and purple flowers, I read the labels, realised the flowers were lupins, and everything began to make sense. I just stared at the card, not even reading it, and said out loud, "Squeee." Turning it over, of course, left no doubt as to who it was from, and if it is possible, I love her even more.
And the rest of the day. Well... "interesting" is a word I use too much. So, for that matter, is "well" but unfortunately they both apply. I think I'll get used to this in time, it will all become routine and so I won't inflict the minutiae on you all, but for now I'm doing my best. I didn't have assembly today, and it seems I won't for the rest of the week, as Friday involves my skipping it to meet the rest of the debating society, and tomorrow I have to go down to the library. Mrs Barry has press-ganged me into it. I'm not an actual librarian, only honorary. I suppose I can live with that, as Mrs Barry has helped me out with so many books, testing them out on me, giving them to me before they actually go into the library proper and even on occasion ordering them with me in mind. So I can go and help her.
More Chemistry this morning; the clock's still at it, going round and round and round and round. If it were really telling the time, we'd be midway through February by now. Anyway, there was that, and a lesson which I just about understood if I stuck my fingers in my ears and forced my brain to work rather than skim. Thankfully, that brief moment of actual work was followed by break (I stole someone's crackers and cheese from the kitchen) and English. I may have mentioned the new English teacher Mrs O'Connor before, but she deserves another mention because she is a simply wonderful teacher. Young, enthusiastic and effervescent, picks good poems and texts to do and teaches them well. And she seemed to get very excited when I told her "the" is the definite article. I always find it amusing that you can't express "the definite article" without using the definite article. But that's neither here nor there.
Alex came to ask my advice at lunch. Of course, she didn't want advice so much as reassurance, which I couldn't give, as she's decided she wants to drop Politics and I can't in all honesty say that is a good idea when she's only had one lesson. Today's lesson featured Mr Evans, who delivers lessons at the top of his voice with all the doors and windows open so the entire corridor is treated to some free education. Which isn't to say he isn't a good teacher; I rather think he is. My problem is not with the subject itself but with the people I'm in the class with - none of them seem very prepossessing and in a case of a few I can't honestly be sure why they're actually doing it. In any case, it might get better, and apparently we get to go down to London and the House of Commons at the beginning of December, and that will be fun.
And that's about all. I have a couple of gripes about Biology still; all right, more than gripes, as Mrs Rice-Oxley is utterly hopeless. She tries her best, but she says stuff like, "And lipids are made up of molecules of glycerol and fatty acids with a functioning -COOH group and in a condensation reaction they become triglycerides that may or may nor have double carbon bonds between the atoms therefore becoming unsaturated that's it any questions?" when the entire class was lost at "molecules." She had us chalking the board before she could write on it. That class becomes more and more surreal every time.
For the first time today, I actually walked home with Becca and Meg. They were playing some kind of insane game - it's called "Yellow Car" and involves yelling "Yellow car!" and hitting someone every time you see one - and arguing over the exact rules, hitting each other and shouting unrelated things like "Yellow bus stop!" (the one by Coronation Park) and "Baked beans!" (in the window of the Co-op) and when I finally cracked and started yelling at them, I realised there had been a third behind us all the way, watching in bemusement as the three of us, supposedly grown up, had been shouting "Yellow car!" and randomly hitting each other for twenty minutes straight.
Yes, that was fun. I ran into Pedar at Freshfield, and we came home together. I have to decide what to wear tomorrow. It's Wednesday, so mufti. I've got to go to the Stroke Association in the afternoon. Oh, well. Better than school.
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on 2003-09-09 09:55 am (UTC)i give up. :/
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on 2003-09-09 11:15 am (UTC)