Gay German drag queens
Nov. 27th, 2003 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI was late enough this morning to see the sun rise.
That sentence worries me.
Anyway. The morning was peaceful, for a given value of "peaceful." The entire History department went off to Styal (sp?) Mill at the crack of dawn this morning; consequently, my Politics lesson was cancelled. We were supposed to do essays, but I did mine that night when I was babysitting, so I got out my nail varnish and started painting my nails silver. It wasn't quite dry when I left the common room on my way to the library. I nearly walked into Mrs Stubbs. I had to stuff the bottle in my pocket, except I didn't have a pocket, so I clutched it and made my exit swift. Following which I nearly walked into Mrs Mills. I was by the entrance, a couple of the other teachers were there along with the secretary by the door, and Mrs Mills stopped dead at the sight of me. "Iona! What's this I hear abou your wanting me to be a hobbit?"
I started to laugh. Behind me, what seemed like all the staff were in hysterics. Our esteemed headmistress was saying something about "don't have a costume" and "I don't have hairy feet!"
She did agree in the end. By that time I'm sure a lot of people had been scarred for life.
I drifted on to the library and did some shelving. Not because I had to. Not because I had anything compelling me to. I just did it. Because I am a sad and pathetic human being, I went round the library sticking reading the Dewey Decimal signs. A moment of glory. I stopped into talk to Mrs Barry, who is alternately falling asleep because of Cabaret and raging at being cast as Gandalf.
It was enlightening, to some extent. It was certainly better than the lesson would have been. The next lesson was the Political Awareness module, which I would not write about, except something interesting did happen. I am now running for political office.
No, I don't know how it happened either. But I will be a mock-independent-candidate, with people giving me stuff to represent them on. If I follow all the suggestions from the resident lunatics, my manifesto will run as follows:
I asked Bev what, exactly, about Mrs Hart, but she didn't specify. Apparently if I go against Mrs Hart and all she stands for, I'll get lots of votes. Seriously, I'm quite looking forward to this, but I don't know how I'll stand up and speak for ten minutes. I hope I don't get booed off.
I was thinking about this, and so not concentrating on events at lunchtime, so I nearly missed the real-life sitcom going on around me. You see, they are running a school version of Pop Idol (similar to American Idol) for the sixth form fund. Gemma and Becky O have decided to enter. They're dancing and singing to N'sync's song I Want You Back. If this were not enough, the dance they have come up with is... how shall I put this? To quote Becca, "absolute shite." Becca herself wants them to go her own patended Hey Mickey! route and make the whole thing a self-parody. I'm all for this, as anything would be better than what they've got at the moment, and accordingly, Becca, Nicola, Kat and me gatecrashed their rehearsal. I stood on the sidelines and laughed while they made up their own, extemperaneous version of the dance. It involved a lot of Becca, but it is very hard to explain to anyone who has not met Becca. I wish I'd taken pictures. It was utterly hilarious. However, Gemma was less than pleased. After lunch, I went off to Chemistry, and when I got back to the common room Kat and Becca were nominating each other to tell Gemma her dance is really bad. The general consensus seems to be, let 'em do it. They really want to for some reason, and they can't get pissed off at anyone but themselves if they don't go through (the auditions are tomorrow).
Unfortunately, Becca had so much fun this afternoon that she now wants to audition as well, with a skit, natch. Her current idea, subject to change, is for Nicola to sing while she beats up Katrina with a baseball bat in the background to the tune of All You Need Is Love.
I plan to go to these auditions at all cost.
They are tomorrow; as are our subject profiles. They're like reports but smaller, and I have no idea what mine will be like - probably "lazy in the extreme" and other things along that line. I may also go and see Cabaret tomorrow. Becca went last night and said it was good, and Helena wants me to go. She's in it, playing an "old German woman" and says that not only must I go and see it for that but I must also go and see Rob Feltrup as a "gay German drag queen."
Danny reiterated all of this when I met him later, so I may just go. If Chemistry allows. On which note, I ought to be revising.
That sentence worries me.
Anyway. The morning was peaceful, for a given value of "peaceful." The entire History department went off to Styal (sp?) Mill at the crack of dawn this morning; consequently, my Politics lesson was cancelled. We were supposed to do essays, but I did mine that night when I was babysitting, so I got out my nail varnish and started painting my nails silver. It wasn't quite dry when I left the common room on my way to the library. I nearly walked into Mrs Stubbs. I had to stuff the bottle in my pocket, except I didn't have a pocket, so I clutched it and made my exit swift. Following which I nearly walked into Mrs Mills. I was by the entrance, a couple of the other teachers were there along with the secretary by the door, and Mrs Mills stopped dead at the sight of me. "Iona! What's this I hear abou your wanting me to be a hobbit?"
I started to laugh. Behind me, what seemed like all the staff were in hysterics. Our esteemed headmistress was saying something about "don't have a costume" and "I don't have hairy feet!"
She did agree in the end. By that time I'm sure a lot of people had been scarred for life.
I drifted on to the library and did some shelving. Not because I had to. Not because I had anything compelling me to. I just did it. Because I am a sad and pathetic human being, I went round the library sticking reading the Dewey Decimal signs. A moment of glory. I stopped into talk to Mrs Barry, who is alternately falling asleep because of Cabaret and raging at being cast as Gandalf.
It was enlightening, to some extent. It was certainly better than the lesson would have been. The next lesson was the Political Awareness module, which I would not write about, except something interesting did happen. I am now running for political office.
No, I don't know how it happened either. But I will be a mock-independent-candidate, with people giving me stuff to represent them on. If I follow all the suggestions from the resident lunatics, my manifesto will run as follows:
- There should be no university top-up fees.
- There should be legalisation of all drugs.
- No-one shall be allowed to turn left in front of the Nissan garage by College Road library.
- Mrs Hart.
I asked Bev what, exactly, about Mrs Hart, but she didn't specify. Apparently if I go against Mrs Hart and all she stands for, I'll get lots of votes. Seriously, I'm quite looking forward to this, but I don't know how I'll stand up and speak for ten minutes. I hope I don't get booed off.
I was thinking about this, and so not concentrating on events at lunchtime, so I nearly missed the real-life sitcom going on around me. You see, they are running a school version of Pop Idol (similar to American Idol) for the sixth form fund. Gemma and Becky O have decided to enter. They're dancing and singing to N'sync's song I Want You Back. If this were not enough, the dance they have come up with is... how shall I put this? To quote Becca, "absolute shite." Becca herself wants them to go her own patended Hey Mickey! route and make the whole thing a self-parody. I'm all for this, as anything would be better than what they've got at the moment, and accordingly, Becca, Nicola, Kat and me gatecrashed their rehearsal. I stood on the sidelines and laughed while they made up their own, extemperaneous version of the dance. It involved a lot of Becca, but it is very hard to explain to anyone who has not met Becca. I wish I'd taken pictures. It was utterly hilarious. However, Gemma was less than pleased. After lunch, I went off to Chemistry, and when I got back to the common room Kat and Becca were nominating each other to tell Gemma her dance is really bad. The general consensus seems to be, let 'em do it. They really want to for some reason, and they can't get pissed off at anyone but themselves if they don't go through (the auditions are tomorrow).
Unfortunately, Becca had so much fun this afternoon that she now wants to audition as well, with a skit, natch. Her current idea, subject to change, is for Nicola to sing while she beats up Katrina with a baseball bat in the background to the tune of All You Need Is Love.
I plan to go to these auditions at all cost.
They are tomorrow; as are our subject profiles. They're like reports but smaller, and I have no idea what mine will be like - probably "lazy in the extreme" and other things along that line. I may also go and see Cabaret tomorrow. Becca went last night and said it was good, and Helena wants me to go. She's in it, playing an "old German woman" and says that not only must I go and see it for that but I must also go and see Rob Feltrup as a "gay German drag queen."
Danny reiterated all of this when I met him later, so I may just go. If Chemistry allows. On which note, I ought to be revising.
