Why Snape is not like Marmite
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ravenLong, long day, once again. The school photograph was this morning, which took us all out of lessons after lesson one, which meant I only had half an hour of Mr Evans carping about George Bush. Not that I like Bush. Oh, no. Yes, the school photograph, which involved us all perching on the edge of those block things and shivering in the cold. I hate the way they don't let us wear jumpers, and I especially hate the way we had to wear ties. I wore mine for the picture and then stowed it in my bag. Hadn't worn the damn thing since March. And it was not nice. Neither was the fact I somehow ended up in the middle at the top. Eek. However, from there we could see everyone else coming in, including the Stanfield children. They were very small. Frighteningly small.
Anyway. After that, we had to retreat to the common room, where we all seemed to get accosted by the Liaisions Committee. They're planning the sixth form ball, to be held in summer, and for some reason needs to be planned eight months in advance. We were polled - are we in D of E or CCF, do we want to come to the ball, where do we live and how much would we be prepared to pay. I answered the questions, found most people had said twenty, twenty-five pounds in reply to the last question, so I figured I'd say twenty-five and be safe. So far, so hoopy.
Not so with Becca. She answered all the questions with a straight face, and then as her upper price limit said clearly, "Eight hundred and forty-seven pounds, twelve pence." Lizzie wrote this down without a murmur and then asked if she wanted to be auctioned. Without waiting for an answer, she wrote "yes" and drifted away. Becca now says her greatest fear is no-one bidding for her. Katrina says if that happens, or if she gets bought by some unsavoury character, we'll band together and buy her back. "Sold! To the gang of lesbians in the corner!" Katrina also says we'll provide her with three signs - "YES", "NO", and "PHWOAR."
I could have stayed and giggled, but we had to go to Maths-For-Science. I hate it. It's such a waste of time. But no, we have to go. And listen to Mrs Jordan, who cannot remember our names because we've changed so much in five years. Anyway. While I was there, I got to thinking about what happened when we were stuck in the common room yesterday, waiting to go to community service. Becky O and Gemma ran in waving computer print-outs and shouting "N'sync are gay!" I had one of those clean, clear moments where you just know you have to get that piece of paper before anything else happens, and Becca was already laughing and yelling, "You idiots, it's slash!"
"What's slash?" Gemma asked. Becca told her. Later on, she mentioned to me that they had both sidled up to her and asked, "Does... does Iona write slash?"
I despair, I really do. My life consists of a load of howling lunatics and boyband slash. That's all besides the point. I had to go to all my afternoon's lessons, and in English, I was volunteered to read chapter four of Brave New World. After I'd read, Mrs Myring decided we couldn't go any further without caffiene all round and let people slip out for cans and tea and coffee. Angela made me coffee in my Eeyore mug, which was very sweet of her, and Mrs Myring has decided tea and coffee are going to be a fixture in our English lessons from now on.
After school, I went to visit Jane, who is leaving for university in two days. I got there about half four, and left at six, so presumably stuff must have happened in between, but we simply talked a lot. It's hard to say exactly what we talked about, but I can remember Discworld, the fifth horseman of the Apocalypse, the responsibilities of being Death's grand-daughter, Brave New World, Utopia, Blackadder Back and Forth, Shakespeare, Kenneth Branagh, Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry/Snape, the relative merits of being a snail or a bullfrog, Dr Seuss, Once More With Feeling, Sirius/Remus (theirloveissocanon!) and Snape.
And Marmite.
Regarding that. I may have said a few stupid things in my time, but this is in the top ten. "That's the thing about Snape - you either love him or you hate him. Or you're me and you're ambivalent towards him."
Is it any wonder that time got away from me? I told my parents I'd be home by six, as they're off to an ODA meeting tonight and wanted to make sure I was alive before they went, but I only departed at six and got here at half past. They were running late, so all's well there. They're gone now. Pedar just rang, and told me the place they were at was double-booked and features a really awful off-key lounge singer, so they're off somewhere else and don't wait up. They only need somewhere with a projector to host their cardiology lecture. As opposed to last time when it was a proctology lecture. Oh, I know.
It still hasn't quite sunk in that I won't see Jane again until Christmas. The thought is really rather depressing. Although, to finish on a determined note - I'm going to the New Year's party this year. I am, come hell or high water.
Anyway. After that, we had to retreat to the common room, where we all seemed to get accosted by the Liaisions Committee. They're planning the sixth form ball, to be held in summer, and for some reason needs to be planned eight months in advance. We were polled - are we in D of E or CCF, do we want to come to the ball, where do we live and how much would we be prepared to pay. I answered the questions, found most people had said twenty, twenty-five pounds in reply to the last question, so I figured I'd say twenty-five and be safe. So far, so hoopy.
Not so with Becca. She answered all the questions with a straight face, and then as her upper price limit said clearly, "Eight hundred and forty-seven pounds, twelve pence." Lizzie wrote this down without a murmur and then asked if she wanted to be auctioned. Without waiting for an answer, she wrote "yes" and drifted away. Becca now says her greatest fear is no-one bidding for her. Katrina says if that happens, or if she gets bought by some unsavoury character, we'll band together and buy her back. "Sold! To the gang of lesbians in the corner!" Katrina also says we'll provide her with three signs - "YES", "NO", and "PHWOAR."
I could have stayed and giggled, but we had to go to Maths-For-Science. I hate it. It's such a waste of time. But no, we have to go. And listen to Mrs Jordan, who cannot remember our names because we've changed so much in five years. Anyway. While I was there, I got to thinking about what happened when we were stuck in the common room yesterday, waiting to go to community service. Becky O and Gemma ran in waving computer print-outs and shouting "N'sync are gay!" I had one of those clean, clear moments where you just know you have to get that piece of paper before anything else happens, and Becca was already laughing and yelling, "You idiots, it's slash!"
"What's slash?" Gemma asked. Becca told her. Later on, she mentioned to me that they had both sidled up to her and asked, "Does... does Iona write slash?"
I despair, I really do. My life consists of a load of howling lunatics and boyband slash. That's all besides the point. I had to go to all my afternoon's lessons, and in English, I was volunteered to read chapter four of Brave New World. After I'd read, Mrs Myring decided we couldn't go any further without caffiene all round and let people slip out for cans and tea and coffee. Angela made me coffee in my Eeyore mug, which was very sweet of her, and Mrs Myring has decided tea and coffee are going to be a fixture in our English lessons from now on.
After school, I went to visit Jane, who is leaving for university in two days. I got there about half four, and left at six, so presumably stuff must have happened in between, but we simply talked a lot. It's hard to say exactly what we talked about, but I can remember Discworld, the fifth horseman of the Apocalypse, the responsibilities of being Death's grand-daughter, Brave New World, Utopia, Blackadder Back and Forth, Shakespeare, Kenneth Branagh, Gilderoy Lockhart, Harry/Snape, the relative merits of being a snail or a bullfrog, Dr Seuss, Once More With Feeling, Sirius/Remus (theirloveissocanon!) and Snape.
And Marmite.
Regarding that. I may have said a few stupid things in my time, but this is in the top ten. "That's the thing about Snape - you either love him or you hate him. Or you're me and you're ambivalent towards him."
Is it any wonder that time got away from me? I told my parents I'd be home by six, as they're off to an ODA meeting tonight and wanted to make sure I was alive before they went, but I only departed at six and got here at half past. They were running late, so all's well there. They're gone now. Pedar just rang, and told me the place they were at was double-booked and features a really awful off-key lounge singer, so they're off somewhere else and don't wait up. They only need somewhere with a projector to host their cardiology lecture. As opposed to last time when it was a proctology lecture. Oh, I know.
It still hasn't quite sunk in that I won't see Jane again until Christmas. The thought is really rather depressing. Although, to finish on a determined note - I'm going to the New Year's party this year. I am, come hell or high water.
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on 2003-09-25 01:32 pm (UTC)Anyway. On to my reason for commenting. What's this bidding thing that you'll buy Becca back as the group of lesbians in the corner? And can I come to this ball thing?
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on 2003-09-25 02:56 pm (UTC)It goes without saying how flattered I am by this comment... :)
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