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ravenIt has been the sort of day where you come home and immediately look to see if there is any chocolate in the fridge.
[There was, by the way. Not Cadbury's, sadly - only Hershey's. But I ate it anyway]
I spent the morning getting steadily more stir-crazy. Politics first, which I like very much on a theoretical basis - I just hate the people I do it with. I really hate them, actually. They're all apathetic and have nothing resembling enthusiasm, opinions or grey matter. And then Psychology, although this was my last week of it. I did like it today - animal psychology, featuring none other than corvus corax, the common raven, apparently an insightful and intelligent bird. Thank you, thank you. But after that, Becca went off - she had to make her way into Liverpool as she was going to the theatre to see Stones in His Pockets again with her Theatre Studies group. So she went. I wanted nothing more than to not do anything, not talk to anybody, just find a quiet place near a window and be left alone. But it was then that I realised I couldn't - Thursday, so I had to go to Maths-for-science.
I was good. I went to lunch and took no more than my alloted twenty minutes to eat it. I even walked up to the common room to get my bag. And stood there for a while, in a rather quiet, sunlit common room, looking out of the window, and letting my thoughts run along I don't want to I won't you can't make me you can't-type lines.
It's easier to avoid something if you're not actually on the premises. I grabbed my coat and my purse, dashed off a quick signature on the book, and went out. Once I was standing on the pavement outside, I realised I was by myself and I didn't know where I was going, but it didn't really matter. The weather was beautiful; absolutely perfect. It's cold, not quite biting but with a distinct chill, and any solar heat was radiating straight out as there were no clouds, just deep, even blue from horizon to horizon. Everything was so fresh and cold and sparkling that even after the not-so-successful morning, I started to enjoy myself.
I like the quiet. I liked not having to talk to anyone. In the end I drifted towards Pritchard's - not the one I'm used to, the Crosby one - and had a brief browse. Took a look at the Terry Pratchett section, as strange as it might seem I hadn't done that yet before during the course of the Discworld Quest. I read the first few lines of several books - Guards! Guards!, Moving Pictures, Carpe Juggulum - and stopped to talk to the people behind the counter. They were different, of course, but I love these bookshops. They're populated with enthusiasts and they're where I want to be when and if the world ends.
After that I ambled down to Sayer's and bought my gingerbread bat, and going back to school wasn't so bad. I ate the bat in the common room by the window, reading Small Gods, and everything got that little bit better.
And it all got worse when I finally went to Chemistry and did that test. Mrs Colvin wasn't there. She'd written on the whiteboard - "L6 Mole Test on the front desk. I'll Be Back."
Cue the usual governor-of-California jokes. I would have thought it wasn't the greatest idea in the world, leaving a class (admittedly one with only seven people) on their own to do a test in silence, but it worked. Despite our lack of supervision, not a peep was heard out of anyone. And she did come back eventually. But the test was horrible. Horrible. Dire. Involved nine and eleven mark questions, and although I managed to do some of it, I didn't finish by a long way. I thought I was the only one, but no, it was the whole class, and they were all throwing fits. At the end of the lessons I handed the test in still unfinished, and was in time to hear Sarah say clearly, "Mrs Colvin, you are evil."
Cue vociferous agreement. She'll probably have them marked for tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it.
I suppose a good thing that happened was the fact my last lesson, English, finished half an hour early. So I left, walked down to the station (my mp3 player is kaput again) and the train was late, so I had to sit on the platform in the wind for ages with nothing to do (I'd finished Small Gods). I got home early, Pedar was here, and he's had a bad day too. Giving people bad news.
Chocolate is in order, methinks. And I need to dig out something to wear tomorrow. Whatever it is has to be pink. Save me.
[There was, by the way. Not Cadbury's, sadly - only Hershey's. But I ate it anyway]
I spent the morning getting steadily more stir-crazy. Politics first, which I like very much on a theoretical basis - I just hate the people I do it with. I really hate them, actually. They're all apathetic and have nothing resembling enthusiasm, opinions or grey matter. And then Psychology, although this was my last week of it. I did like it today - animal psychology, featuring none other than corvus corax, the common raven, apparently an insightful and intelligent bird. Thank you, thank you. But after that, Becca went off - she had to make her way into Liverpool as she was going to the theatre to see Stones in His Pockets again with her Theatre Studies group. So she went. I wanted nothing more than to not do anything, not talk to anybody, just find a quiet place near a window and be left alone. But it was then that I realised I couldn't - Thursday, so I had to go to Maths-for-science.
I was good. I went to lunch and took no more than my alloted twenty minutes to eat it. I even walked up to the common room to get my bag. And stood there for a while, in a rather quiet, sunlit common room, looking out of the window, and letting my thoughts run along I don't want to I won't you can't make me you can't-type lines.
It's easier to avoid something if you're not actually on the premises. I grabbed my coat and my purse, dashed off a quick signature on the book, and went out. Once I was standing on the pavement outside, I realised I was by myself and I didn't know where I was going, but it didn't really matter. The weather was beautiful; absolutely perfect. It's cold, not quite biting but with a distinct chill, and any solar heat was radiating straight out as there were no clouds, just deep, even blue from horizon to horizon. Everything was so fresh and cold and sparkling that even after the not-so-successful morning, I started to enjoy myself.
I like the quiet. I liked not having to talk to anyone. In the end I drifted towards Pritchard's - not the one I'm used to, the Crosby one - and had a brief browse. Took a look at the Terry Pratchett section, as strange as it might seem I hadn't done that yet before during the course of the Discworld Quest. I read the first few lines of several books - Guards! Guards!, Moving Pictures, Carpe Juggulum - and stopped to talk to the people behind the counter. They were different, of course, but I love these bookshops. They're populated with enthusiasts and they're where I want to be when and if the world ends.
After that I ambled down to Sayer's and bought my gingerbread bat, and going back to school wasn't so bad. I ate the bat in the common room by the window, reading Small Gods, and everything got that little bit better.
And it all got worse when I finally went to Chemistry and did that test. Mrs Colvin wasn't there. She'd written on the whiteboard - "L6 Mole Test on the front desk. I'll Be Back."
Cue the usual governor-of-California jokes. I would have thought it wasn't the greatest idea in the world, leaving a class (admittedly one with only seven people) on their own to do a test in silence, but it worked. Despite our lack of supervision, not a peep was heard out of anyone. And she did come back eventually. But the test was horrible. Horrible. Dire. Involved nine and eleven mark questions, and although I managed to do some of it, I didn't finish by a long way. I thought I was the only one, but no, it was the whole class, and they were all throwing fits. At the end of the lessons I handed the test in still unfinished, and was in time to hear Sarah say clearly, "Mrs Colvin, you are evil."
Cue vociferous agreement. She'll probably have them marked for tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it.
I suppose a good thing that happened was the fact my last lesson, English, finished half an hour early. So I left, walked down to the station (my mp3 player is kaput again) and the train was late, so I had to sit on the platform in the wind for ages with nothing to do (I'd finished Small Gods). I got home early, Pedar was here, and he's had a bad day too. Giving people bad news.
Chocolate is in order, methinks. And I need to dig out something to wear tomorrow. Whatever it is has to be pink. Save me.
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on 2003-10-17 06:08 am (UTC)But it isn't really. You should see what I'm wearing. I've taken to ransacking my brothers clothes because I just cannot be bothered washing any of mine & all my clothes seem to dissapear somewhere under the layers of junk in my room.