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ravenWaaah. Long, long day at the end of a long long week. I'm utterly shattered, probably because I didn't get any sleep last night. My mother came running in at half eleven. "It's snowing!"
It was. We couldn't see it properly through the darkness, so we went out for a better look. It wasn't thick, but it was a definite layer of whiteness. I finally got to bed hoping it would be thicker by morning.
It wasn't. It was thinner and beginning to melt in places, and the sun was out as I walked down to school from the station, but it was still slippery and beautiful. I went round the corner to see Karen, Becca and Thomas sailing by; they stopped to let me in and so I got a gratefully-received lift to school. We were early, and wandered off to the computer room. Becca wanted to print something and I was eating a muffin. It was comfortable, but we eventually had to go to assembly where they would not stop talking about the new security system. For the record, I hate the Upper Five in general. That's not a non sequitur - I was in the library today and they wouldn't stop demanding to see my swipe card (for the security system, natch). I wouldn't let them get their grubby little hands on it.
I really am not being uncharitable. They're all horrible! Mrs Colvin is one of their form teachers; she was doing the inverterate gossip thing yesterday and telling us about how her form are all in major, major trouble. They've been throwing English books into the roofspace above their formroom. Amateurs. We did that, but we weren't stupid enough to throw anything that would be missed. We didn't get caught. QED.
She's so annoyed with them, they've been locked out of their formroom at lunchtimes. Which explains why they've descended like vultures upon the library. They're so cocky, for lack of a better word. And to make things worse, they're the ones who will be in sixth form with us next year. Urgh.
I was in the library for most of the afternoon, as I had a free double, and persuaded Eleanor to give me her maths books. She's in Upper Four, which will be useful when I come to tutor that girl next week. I would read them properly, but I'm just so tired. I don't know why... maybe it's the snow, but I've reached the point where the shift key isn't staying down because my fingers don't have the energy to keep it there.
I was going to write more, but I can't be bothered. Since I started writing this I've had two separate but equally violent fights with my mother. She and I seem read to argue over everything today. I don't know what it is about me that she can't understand.
It was. We couldn't see it properly through the darkness, so we went out for a better look. It wasn't thick, but it was a definite layer of whiteness. I finally got to bed hoping it would be thicker by morning.
It wasn't. It was thinner and beginning to melt in places, and the sun was out as I walked down to school from the station, but it was still slippery and beautiful. I went round the corner to see Karen, Becca and Thomas sailing by; they stopped to let me in and so I got a gratefully-received lift to school. We were early, and wandered off to the computer room. Becca wanted to print something and I was eating a muffin. It was comfortable, but we eventually had to go to assembly where they would not stop talking about the new security system. For the record, I hate the Upper Five in general. That's not a non sequitur - I was in the library today and they wouldn't stop demanding to see my swipe card (for the security system, natch). I wouldn't let them get their grubby little hands on it.
I really am not being uncharitable. They're all horrible! Mrs Colvin is one of their form teachers; she was doing the inverterate gossip thing yesterday and telling us about how her form are all in major, major trouble. They've been throwing English books into the roofspace above their formroom. Amateurs. We did that, but we weren't stupid enough to throw anything that would be missed. We didn't get caught. QED.
She's so annoyed with them, they've been locked out of their formroom at lunchtimes. Which explains why they've descended like vultures upon the library. They're so cocky, for lack of a better word. And to make things worse, they're the ones who will be in sixth form with us next year. Urgh.
I was in the library for most of the afternoon, as I had a free double, and persuaded Eleanor to give me her maths books. She's in Upper Four, which will be useful when I come to tutor that girl next week. I would read them properly, but I'm just so tired. I don't know why... maybe it's the snow, but I've reached the point where the shift key isn't staying down because my fingers don't have the energy to keep it there.
I was going to write more, but I can't be bothered. Since I started writing this I've had two separate but equally violent fights with my mother. She and I seem read to argue over everything today. I don't know what it is about me that she can't understand.
