Why won't it snow?
Jan. 27th, 2004 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenWhy won’t it snow, like they said it would?
What is it that they know, that I really should?
From which, you can probably guess that the snow did not materialise. I tramped to school in the morning through a frozen world. The ice is slick on the pavements and the glass, and it’s still well below freezing, but no snow.
Yet. The current money is that it will happen tonight. God, I hope so. I haven’t had a day off for snow while I’ve been in secondary school. I could have done with it today. Tuesday is a long day for me; having said that, not a great deal of note happened today. The usual lessons and people, beginning with Chemistry and onwards from there. After that I had to go to another magazine committee meeting. No-one really turned up, which was disappointing but unsurprising, and I’ve been press-ganged into writing a piece for the magazine about Cabaret. I suppose I shall have to cope with that. Might get Patrick to help, actually. That’s if he comes home this weekend, and doesn’t himself get press-ganged into playing rugby.
I must have gone to other lessons, but I can’t actually remember. Didn’t spend much time in the common room, because it’s a disaster area; it’s so much of a tip that the cleaners have gone on strike and refused to clean it. Lunch was something of non-starter because it was too cold to go out and Emma had gone off to Greek, so Becca, Nicola and I went to the computer room and I got to show Becca the infamous badger thingit. Mushroom, mushroom. This allowed about half an hour to pass in gentle inanity before we could go to lunch. While we were there, Charlene, Meg and Bev didn’t sit with us. I didn’t know why and didn’t think about it. This did, however, become relevant later when we got back to the common room.
They were all sitting in the chairs by the window with signs on their backs: “We’re not best pleased.” The signs were everywhere. We’re not best pleased!
It isn’t the phrase I would have chosen to convey feelings of extreme displeasure, but there were a few what-the-fuck? moments as more and more people stumbled over the signs. I never figured it out, but it wasn’t a bad way to get anger out of your system.
One of the other reasons I wasn’t looking forward to today was because of Rice-Oxley’s latest kick – DNA presentations on acetates. We all had to pair off and deliver a few minutes’ explanation on a set topic with the help of a few transperencies and the overhead projector. Laura didn’t say much, so I had to do most of the talking, and managed a fairly successful ad lib on the wonders of DNA translation. mRNA, tRNA, ribosomes, piece of cake. I got applause and was rather amused at the whole thing. We have now gone on to mutations, and are about to study… wait for it… chimaeras!
There was still no sign of snow when I walked down to the station with Julie (Becca’s gone to the Playhouse tonight to see The Entertainer with her Theatre Studies group; worryingly, Rice-Oxley’s son is in it). Julie is not what I would call a close friend; nevertheless, I like her very much. She’s very easy to talk to. On our twenty-minute walk, we discussed several things, including the money you spend on gigs and the mechanics of swearing in Klingon. And in Vulcan, for that matter. One wouldn’t think that Vulcans could swear, especially when you consider their typical mindset, but in some Enterprise episode or other I’m sure I heard Hoshi shouting “Pon farr!” at T’Pol, which sounds remarkably plausible.
I digress. I arrived home not long ago, and while I do hope for snow, I’ll retract that if it means I have to spend a day indoors with my mother. She’s driving me round the bend, because she’s pissed off and taking it out on the only person possible, ie me. She’s angry because Pedar is going to India in March, and not taking my grandmother because the Home Office still have her passport. My mother just wants to get rid of her as soon as possible, which I suppose I can empathise with, but right at this moment I’m finding myself with precious little sympathy. She can tell me all she likes that I’m the only person she can talk to, but when she goes on to do her best to alienate me and piss me off as much as she can, I’m strangely unmoved.
Anyway. Yes. Snow.
Edit: Just heard. The government won the Commons vote by a majority of five. Excuse me while I swear.
Fuck.
What is it that they know, that I really should?
From which, you can probably guess that the snow did not materialise. I tramped to school in the morning through a frozen world. The ice is slick on the pavements and the glass, and it’s still well below freezing, but no snow.
Yet. The current money is that it will happen tonight. God, I hope so. I haven’t had a day off for snow while I’ve been in secondary school. I could have done with it today. Tuesday is a long day for me; having said that, not a great deal of note happened today. The usual lessons and people, beginning with Chemistry and onwards from there. After that I had to go to another magazine committee meeting. No-one really turned up, which was disappointing but unsurprising, and I’ve been press-ganged into writing a piece for the magazine about Cabaret. I suppose I shall have to cope with that. Might get Patrick to help, actually. That’s if he comes home this weekend, and doesn’t himself get press-ganged into playing rugby.
I must have gone to other lessons, but I can’t actually remember. Didn’t spend much time in the common room, because it’s a disaster area; it’s so much of a tip that the cleaners have gone on strike and refused to clean it. Lunch was something of non-starter because it was too cold to go out and Emma had gone off to Greek, so Becca, Nicola and I went to the computer room and I got to show Becca the infamous badger thingit. Mushroom, mushroom. This allowed about half an hour to pass in gentle inanity before we could go to lunch. While we were there, Charlene, Meg and Bev didn’t sit with us. I didn’t know why and didn’t think about it. This did, however, become relevant later when we got back to the common room.
They were all sitting in the chairs by the window with signs on their backs: “We’re not best pleased.” The signs were everywhere. We’re not best pleased!
It isn’t the phrase I would have chosen to convey feelings of extreme displeasure, but there were a few what-the-fuck? moments as more and more people stumbled over the signs. I never figured it out, but it wasn’t a bad way to get anger out of your system.
One of the other reasons I wasn’t looking forward to today was because of Rice-Oxley’s latest kick – DNA presentations on acetates. We all had to pair off and deliver a few minutes’ explanation on a set topic with the help of a few transperencies and the overhead projector. Laura didn’t say much, so I had to do most of the talking, and managed a fairly successful ad lib on the wonders of DNA translation. mRNA, tRNA, ribosomes, piece of cake. I got applause and was rather amused at the whole thing. We have now gone on to mutations, and are about to study… wait for it… chimaeras!
There was still no sign of snow when I walked down to the station with Julie (Becca’s gone to the Playhouse tonight to see The Entertainer with her Theatre Studies group; worryingly, Rice-Oxley’s son is in it). Julie is not what I would call a close friend; nevertheless, I like her very much. She’s very easy to talk to. On our twenty-minute walk, we discussed several things, including the money you spend on gigs and the mechanics of swearing in Klingon. And in Vulcan, for that matter. One wouldn’t think that Vulcans could swear, especially when you consider their typical mindset, but in some Enterprise episode or other I’m sure I heard Hoshi shouting “Pon farr!” at T’Pol, which sounds remarkably plausible.
I digress. I arrived home not long ago, and while I do hope for snow, I’ll retract that if it means I have to spend a day indoors with my mother. She’s driving me round the bend, because she’s pissed off and taking it out on the only person possible, ie me. She’s angry because Pedar is going to India in March, and not taking my grandmother because the Home Office still have her passport. My mother just wants to get rid of her as soon as possible, which I suppose I can empathise with, but right at this moment I’m finding myself with precious little sympathy. She can tell me all she likes that I’m the only person she can talk to, but when she goes on to do her best to alienate me and piss me off as much as she can, I’m strangely unmoved.
Anyway. Yes. Snow.
Edit: Just heard. The government won the Commons vote by a majority of five. Excuse me while I swear.
Fuck.
