May you live in interesting times!
Sep. 24th, 2003 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenWednesday today, so community service. I started breaking in my jeans; Pedar seems to have realised that if I'm in mufti, it is Wednesday and he is therefore obliged to take me into school. I rather wish he could do it every day, but alas, no. Just today. I got into school in time for the library committee weekly bonding, and was presented with a book to road-test - it's called "The Eyre Affair." I'm going to finish Interesting Times (Discworld book of the moment) and then give it a try.
Following that, I went off to Politics, which was a rather disturbing lesson because it was in the little Business Studies room, which is all pretty with bare wooden beams and huge skylights, but caretakers and others kept on barging in and erecting "Danger Men At Work" signs. The sound of sawing made Alex, Steph and Miss Hathaway move themselves to the other side of the room in case something heavy and wooden fell on them. So, that was mildly amusing, as was the fact the Men At Work left their ladder outside and I walked under it three times before remembering the superstition. Nevermind. As the rest of the day will demonstrate, my luck is decidedly odd.
Biology, in which I distinguished myself by one of those remarks that sound good in your head but come out in a dead silence and all you can hear is the choirs of angels in your head singing, "Why the fuck did you say thaaaaat?"
Mrs Rice-Oxley (you remember, old, grey, voice like a vacuum cleaner, but has grown on me since the beginning of sixth form) had just reached the conclusion that yes, she goes too fast, and yes, people do not have time to make notes. "It's been said before," she said.
I blinked, looked up, and snarked, "Consider it underlined."
Cue dead silence and heavenly choirs.
Bev came with us for lunch today. Becca got the last veggie pasty from Sayers, so I had a cheese-and-ham thingit, and the four of us (Emma, too) basked in the sun in the village. It's becoming routine, as I predicted two weeks ago. I like it, actually. The weather's still very pretty. Following that, Becca and Nicola went off to Fourfield (sp?) and Emma and I sat around for an hour before we went down to the Stroke Association. They had a song-and-dance man. Well, not dance. He just sang. All these old wartime songs that all the old folk knew and sang along to, while I just smiled and nodded a lot. I'm not being negative, because it really wasn't that bad. He also was singing Happy Birthday because two of the members had birthdays today - seventy and ninety. It occurred to me that the difference between their ages is the same as that between me and my thirty-six-year-old-aunt, but it really doesn't feel that much. Anyway. They had an enormous cake which they were all very generous with.
I paid twenty-five pence for some raffle tickets.
Guess who won the raffle.
Well, I got first choice off the plate of prizes. The prizes are not very much; just food, mostly, and I picked up four Galaxy bars tied together with a piece of string. I was really disproprtionately happy; I never win anything. But yes, I did win. And it was fun. I left early to try and get the early train, and that was where things started to get odd. I left in time, but time got away from me. Walking down past the bridge at ten past four, I decided that there was no way in hell I was going to catch this train, and instead of hurrying, I positively dawdled, in order to fill up time until the next train. In dawdling, I noticed when I stood on a coin. I thought it was a penny. Picking it up, it was a pound. I therefore decided this was the universe's way of compensating me for missing the train, and continued on my slow way to the station. When it came in sight, I saw the train come coasting into the opposite platform.
I ran. My jeans ended up beneath my boots and started fraying, my headphones came flying out of my ears and got tangled in my bag straps, I nearly dropped my files in the subway, but I made it onto the other platform and promptly ran straight into someone. Who turned out to be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilka. She said, "Hi!"
I think I said, "Aargh," and ran on past. Jane, I'm sorry about that.
I landed in a very undignified heap on the train. But I made it. I didn't have time to buy a ticket, and there wasn't a ticket inspector around, so I got a free ride, and Pedar actually remembered to pick me up, so everything went smoothly from thereonin.
I still have four Galaxy bars, an extra pound coin and a squished piece of birthday cake. In conclusion, you should all walk under ladders more often.
Following that, I went off to Politics, which was a rather disturbing lesson because it was in the little Business Studies room, which is all pretty with bare wooden beams and huge skylights, but caretakers and others kept on barging in and erecting "Danger Men At Work" signs. The sound of sawing made Alex, Steph and Miss Hathaway move themselves to the other side of the room in case something heavy and wooden fell on them. So, that was mildly amusing, as was the fact the Men At Work left their ladder outside and I walked under it three times before remembering the superstition. Nevermind. As the rest of the day will demonstrate, my luck is decidedly odd.
Biology, in which I distinguished myself by one of those remarks that sound good in your head but come out in a dead silence and all you can hear is the choirs of angels in your head singing, "Why the fuck did you say thaaaaat?"
Mrs Rice-Oxley (you remember, old, grey, voice like a vacuum cleaner, but has grown on me since the beginning of sixth form) had just reached the conclusion that yes, she goes too fast, and yes, people do not have time to make notes. "It's been said before," she said.
I blinked, looked up, and snarked, "Consider it underlined."
Cue dead silence and heavenly choirs.
Bev came with us for lunch today. Becca got the last veggie pasty from Sayers, so I had a cheese-and-ham thingit, and the four of us (Emma, too) basked in the sun in the village. It's becoming routine, as I predicted two weeks ago. I like it, actually. The weather's still very pretty. Following that, Becca and Nicola went off to Fourfield (sp?) and Emma and I sat around for an hour before we went down to the Stroke Association. They had a song-and-dance man. Well, not dance. He just sang. All these old wartime songs that all the old folk knew and sang along to, while I just smiled and nodded a lot. I'm not being negative, because it really wasn't that bad. He also was singing Happy Birthday because two of the members had birthdays today - seventy and ninety. It occurred to me that the difference between their ages is the same as that between me and my thirty-six-year-old-aunt, but it really doesn't feel that much. Anyway. They had an enormous cake which they were all very generous with.
I paid twenty-five pence for some raffle tickets.
Guess who won the raffle.
Well, I got first choice off the plate of prizes. The prizes are not very much; just food, mostly, and I picked up four Galaxy bars tied together with a piece of string. I was really disproprtionately happy; I never win anything. But yes, I did win. And it was fun. I left early to try and get the early train, and that was where things started to get odd. I left in time, but time got away from me. Walking down past the bridge at ten past four, I decided that there was no way in hell I was going to catch this train, and instead of hurrying, I positively dawdled, in order to fill up time until the next train. In dawdling, I noticed when I stood on a coin. I thought it was a penny. Picking it up, it was a pound. I therefore decided this was the universe's way of compensating me for missing the train, and continued on my slow way to the station. When it came in sight, I saw the train come coasting into the opposite platform.
I ran. My jeans ended up beneath my boots and started fraying, my headphones came flying out of my ears and got tangled in my bag straps, I nearly dropped my files in the subway, but I made it onto the other platform and promptly ran straight into someone. Who turned out to be
lilka. She said, "Hi!" I think I said, "Aargh," and ran on past. Jane, I'm sorry about that.
I landed in a very undignified heap on the train. But I made it. I didn't have time to buy a ticket, and there wasn't a ticket inspector around, so I got a free ride, and Pedar actually remembered to pick me up, so everything went smoothly from thereonin.
I still have four Galaxy bars, an extra pound coin and a squished piece of birthday cake. In conclusion, you should all walk under ladders more often.
