Christmas crackers
Dec. 12th, 2003 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenInsanely busy day. I am so tired. Sorry, all you people who want me to be quixotic. I'm just tired.
Everything went wrong in the morning. I missed the train and then my mother's car broke down randomly, and it was so wet. It hasn't stopped raining today at all. I resembled a wet crow when I got into school. I went to Chemistry, which was okay, and then Biology, which was not. Fucking Rice-Oxley forgot to tell us about bloody coursework plans today. I am getting extremely irritated with that woman.
There was a little present exchange, though. I got cards from Becca, Emma and Meg, and a present from Bev. I had some Whittard's jelly beans for Emma and a chainlink necklace for Bev. It was quite nice, actually, not the usual crap; anyway, she really loved it. I was glad. I hope that's a continuing trend.
We had Christmas lunch today. For the first time ever, I got to go into Christmas lunch at twelve. Which doesn't sound like much, but is. And the food wasn't bad - have I ever mentioned I have a thing about cranberry sauce? I have a thing about cranberry sauce - and we got chocolate and crackers, with really stupid jokes and weird plastic things inside. I got a small plastic nail, same as last year.
Because of Christmas lunch, we weren't registered until quarter to two. I thought it would be a good opportunity to do some Politics revision. So off I went down into the library. Unfortunately, Nichola was there. She got me talking, got me yelling at the thirds trying to cram extra votes into the Big Read box, and I'd done just about nothing at all when first Smita and then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quackaquacka came in. I enjoyed talking to them, told Miranda to come to the common room on Monday if she wants to, and thought about doing work.
Then Nichola found a radio station that would play digitally. It was playing White Christmas... I have never danced with a girl around a library before, but there's a first time for everything.
I was sorry to go to English, and promised to come down and help count Big Read votes later. English was pretty much a non-starter; we only had a fifteen minute lesson. I handed in coursework, and Mrs O'Connor took my poetry submission for the Christopher Tower competition. I may post it here at some point; I had to make clear today that I have not written poetry in any shape or form before. She mentioned that my prose has a certain rhythm to it, and I was glad to hear it. You never know, I may eventually be converted to poetry.
The Big Read voting that followed was fun. Someone in Lower Four voted for The Wind Singer eleven different times. Mrs Barry discovered there are more thirds' votes than there are girls who are thirds. And what's more, there are eighty-eight girls in the year, and forty-five votes for Jane Eyre. I smell a rat. Unfortunately, I had to leave before the final count. I had to go to my Politics mock. On the way, I met Father Christmas in the corridor ringing a handbell. It was surreal.
Which I have made a complete mess of. But enough of that. I walked home on my own, because Becca went to the Midsummer Night's Dream auditions. She's petitioning Dr Gil that Bottom ought to be female. I'm all for this.
That's it; I'm hungry, and very glad it's Friday.
Everything went wrong in the morning. I missed the train and then my mother's car broke down randomly, and it was so wet. It hasn't stopped raining today at all. I resembled a wet crow when I got into school. I went to Chemistry, which was okay, and then Biology, which was not. Fucking Rice-Oxley forgot to tell us about bloody coursework plans today. I am getting extremely irritated with that woman.
There was a little present exchange, though. I got cards from Becca, Emma and Meg, and a present from Bev. I had some Whittard's jelly beans for Emma and a chainlink necklace for Bev. It was quite nice, actually, not the usual crap; anyway, she really loved it. I was glad. I hope that's a continuing trend.
We had Christmas lunch today. For the first time ever, I got to go into Christmas lunch at twelve. Which doesn't sound like much, but is. And the food wasn't bad - have I ever mentioned I have a thing about cranberry sauce? I have a thing about cranberry sauce - and we got chocolate and crackers, with really stupid jokes and weird plastic things inside. I got a small plastic nail, same as last year.
Because of Christmas lunch, we weren't registered until quarter to two. I thought it would be a good opportunity to do some Politics revision. So off I went down into the library. Unfortunately, Nichola was there. She got me talking, got me yelling at the thirds trying to cram extra votes into the Big Read box, and I'd done just about nothing at all when first Smita and then
quackaquacka came in. I enjoyed talking to them, told Miranda to come to the common room on Monday if she wants to, and thought about doing work.Then Nichola found a radio station that would play digitally. It was playing White Christmas... I have never danced with a girl around a library before, but there's a first time for everything.
I was sorry to go to English, and promised to come down and help count Big Read votes later. English was pretty much a non-starter; we only had a fifteen minute lesson. I handed in coursework, and Mrs O'Connor took my poetry submission for the Christopher Tower competition. I may post it here at some point; I had to make clear today that I have not written poetry in any shape or form before. She mentioned that my prose has a certain rhythm to it, and I was glad to hear it. You never know, I may eventually be converted to poetry.
The Big Read voting that followed was fun. Someone in Lower Four voted for The Wind Singer eleven different times. Mrs Barry discovered there are more thirds' votes than there are girls who are thirds. And what's more, there are eighty-eight girls in the year, and forty-five votes for Jane Eyre. I smell a rat. Unfortunately, I had to leave before the final count. I had to go to my Politics mock. On the way, I met Father Christmas in the corridor ringing a handbell. It was surreal.
Which I have made a complete mess of. But enough of that. I walked home on my own, because Becca went to the Midsummer Night's Dream auditions. She's petitioning Dr Gil that Bottom ought to be female. I'm all for this.
That's it; I'm hungry, and very glad it's Friday.
