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ravenLong day, long week, long month. Thank god it's Friday. To begin with, Pedar departed for the States this morning - he's only there until Monday, which seems odd to me but apparently didn't to him. I waved goodbye and ambled into school, which did begin well if nothing else. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cucharita came in this morning, so general yayness. She was considering it, and I shamelessly bribed her with the strawberry liqueur whilst carefully neglecting to mention there was only about half an inch left in the bottle. She took that away with her anyway, and she did stay and say hello to everyone. She was given a visitor's badge on her way in - laminated card signifier that she's really now Somewhere Else. She says she'd never come back. I get the feeling that a lot of people, but particularly her and hathy_col, really have escaped. I would love to get out, but can't.
Enid left after registration. That left me to actually go to lessons, which were all right, I suppose. For Biology, we had to watch what Mrs Rice-Oxley calls "a really irritating American video." Because it really wasn't that good, everyone was waiting on tenterhooks for them to say certain words. "Water" was the first one, and next came "solute", but we were sadly disappointed by the lack of "alveoli." Such wonderful ways of saying things, they have.
I went to lunch with the usual suspects, and after that went to English and enjoyed the poetry way too much, but my free, which came after that, was different from usual, as the geographers were off on their jolly holiday. I don't know if I've mentioned this little trip before, but if I haven't, it's been planned for a while and basically involves the A-level geographers going on a five-day field trip to a place down in Shropshire, Preston Montford I think it's called. The trip involves being lectured, trekking up mountains to inspect glacial formations, sleeping on plastic mattresses and sharing dormitories with a set of individuals who are affectionately known as "the fungi people." Is it any wonder that Becca's been moaning for days, and the others have all followed suit? In any case, they departed with suitcases and sleeping bags at two o'clock this afternoon, bewailing their fate. I won't see any of them until Wednesday.
After they were gone, I had my free, but no homework and no-one to talk to, so somehow I gravitated down towards the lower library. Mrs Barry informed me that if I really was that bored, I could do some shelving, but I wasn't quite that bored. We got to talking about the sheer size of the library as a whole, which brought us onto the topic of the ghost. The library is certainly old enough to have a ghost - it's been there since 1623, and you can feel its age in the weight of the stone and the books. The doors leading in and out have never been replaced, and they're low - apparently people were shorter in the seventeenth century, as the top of the doorframe brushes my head. In any case, the ghost is said to haunt the Birch room, which juts off the upper library over the quad. I've never seen him, but I have heard him and so has Mrs Barry, apparently - just the sound of someone slowly, carefully, turning over pages. I suppose it could be just the wind, or even a real person doing it, but the thing is, that room houses the encylopaedias and the OED. Since the computers were connected to the internet, I don't think anyone's been compelled to consult twenty-volume encyclopaedias. They're thick with dust. It's something to think about.
I had to go back to lessons eventually, of course. Politics, which was vaguely boring, although Mr Evans did bounce in halfway through. He always does on a Friday, trying to avoid the thirds, and he did a good impression of Iain Duncan-Smith - "The quiet man is turning up the volume!"
And then he bounced out again. I went home not long after that, and was rather depressed to find I had no-one to wait for or walk with - Becca, Bev, Julie and Emma all do geography - and my mp3 player has stopped working again, so I wasn't in a bright and sunny mood when I got home. Have eaten too much chocolate. Yesterday, Pedar's nurses got a box of Cadbury's Roses from somewhere, and before digging in, they found all the purple ones and gave them to Pedar to take home for me. So I've been eating them.
Got some interesting emails, too. But that's all for now, as I am so tired. Might sleep straight through the weekend, though I'm not sure that's a bad thing.
cucharita came in this morning, so general yayness. She was considering it, and I shamelessly bribed her with the strawberry liqueur whilst carefully neglecting to mention there was only about half an inch left in the bottle. She took that away with her anyway, and she did stay and say hello to everyone. She was given a visitor's badge on her way in - laminated card signifier that she's really now Somewhere Else. She says she'd never come back. I get the feeling that a lot of people, but particularly her and hathy_col, really have escaped. I would love to get out, but can't. Enid left after registration. That left me to actually go to lessons, which were all right, I suppose. For Biology, we had to watch what Mrs Rice-Oxley calls "a really irritating American video." Because it really wasn't that good, everyone was waiting on tenterhooks for them to say certain words. "Water" was the first one, and next came "solute", but we were sadly disappointed by the lack of "alveoli." Such wonderful ways of saying things, they have.
I went to lunch with the usual suspects, and after that went to English and enjoyed the poetry way too much, but my free, which came after that, was different from usual, as the geographers were off on their jolly holiday. I don't know if I've mentioned this little trip before, but if I haven't, it's been planned for a while and basically involves the A-level geographers going on a five-day field trip to a place down in Shropshire, Preston Montford I think it's called. The trip involves being lectured, trekking up mountains to inspect glacial formations, sleeping on plastic mattresses and sharing dormitories with a set of individuals who are affectionately known as "the fungi people." Is it any wonder that Becca's been moaning for days, and the others have all followed suit? In any case, they departed with suitcases and sleeping bags at two o'clock this afternoon, bewailing their fate. I won't see any of them until Wednesday.
After they were gone, I had my free, but no homework and no-one to talk to, so somehow I gravitated down towards the lower library. Mrs Barry informed me that if I really was that bored, I could do some shelving, but I wasn't quite that bored. We got to talking about the sheer size of the library as a whole, which brought us onto the topic of the ghost. The library is certainly old enough to have a ghost - it's been there since 1623, and you can feel its age in the weight of the stone and the books. The doors leading in and out have never been replaced, and they're low - apparently people were shorter in the seventeenth century, as the top of the doorframe brushes my head. In any case, the ghost is said to haunt the Birch room, which juts off the upper library over the quad. I've never seen him, but I have heard him and so has Mrs Barry, apparently - just the sound of someone slowly, carefully, turning over pages. I suppose it could be just the wind, or even a real person doing it, but the thing is, that room houses the encylopaedias and the OED. Since the computers were connected to the internet, I don't think anyone's been compelled to consult twenty-volume encyclopaedias. They're thick with dust. It's something to think about.
I had to go back to lessons eventually, of course. Politics, which was vaguely boring, although Mr Evans did bounce in halfway through. He always does on a Friday, trying to avoid the thirds, and he did a good impression of Iain Duncan-Smith - "The quiet man is turning up the volume!"
And then he bounced out again. I went home not long after that, and was rather depressed to find I had no-one to wait for or walk with - Becca, Bev, Julie and Emma all do geography - and my mp3 player has stopped working again, so I wasn't in a bright and sunny mood when I got home. Have eaten too much chocolate. Yesterday, Pedar's nurses got a box of Cadbury's Roses from somewhere, and before digging in, they found all the purple ones and gave them to Pedar to take home for me. So I've been eating them.
Got some interesting emails, too. But that's all for now, as I am so tired. Might sleep straight through the weekend, though I'm not sure that's a bad thing.
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on 2003-10-10 10:42 am (UTC)In Psych class, we don't even expect the words... Dr. Mansfield will be talking and then all of a sudden there's a pronounciation of "adjective" we didn't even think was possible. XD But it's still nifty.
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on 2003-10-10 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2003-10-10 01:49 pm (UTC)I really, really wish I could hear the voices of my LJ friends, though... how do we all pronounce things?
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on 2003-10-10 01:59 pm (UTC)So do I. I've actually had the chance to hear some people through this site (http://www.audblog.com/), but it hasn't really caught on in a big way on my friends list. And I can't do it because it would be difficult to explain to my parents.
(Just for reference, though, I generally have horrible pronunciation. Pot calling the kettle black, I suppose.)
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on 2003-10-10 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2003-10-10 01:07 pm (UTC)Such wonderful ways of saying things, they have.
How do they pronounce "water"? I'm trying to imagine an interesting pronunciation other than the ubiquitous "wudder."
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on 2003-10-10 01:36 pm (UTC)Our videos are bad. The funniest Chem one featured a young John Cleese attempting to make sulphur trioxide funny. There are no words.
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on 2003-10-10 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2003-10-10 03:15 pm (UTC)I say "waugh-ter" with the R quite distinct. My friends and I like to make fun of American accents (when we're not making fun of British ones ;)
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on 2003-10-10 01:18 pm (UTC)Olive oil...?
And I've been meaning to ask this for a while: mufti?
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on 2003-10-10 01:39 pm (UTC)Mufti - obscure army term meaning out-of-uniform, which we seem to use a lot round here.
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on 2003-10-10 03:27 pm (UTC)In other news, I have yet to drink that liquor. I haven't actually looked in my bag since I got home.
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on 2003-10-11 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-10-11 09:42 am (UTC)