"To read makes our speaking English good." - Xander Harris

[raven]

Wednesday, how I love thee. A half day generally soothes everything that is skew-wiff in my soul. Or some other less convoluted metaphor. I am actually peeved that my right, not right, privilege, that I have earned thankyouverymuch by doing four A-levels, is being happily appropriated by people who, y'know, haven't. Blah.

You know, English may not be my mother tongue, but nothing excuses the mangling I gave it in that previous paragraph.

Yes. I have spent this afternoon, which was set aside for work, writing fic, reading fic, and otherwise being entirely unproductive and more or less sitting here and wasting time. Pedar, amazingly, approves of this. He says wasting time is a good thing on occasion, and this from someone who has something like five full-time jobs simulataneously. He's going to London tomorrow. By Saturday my mother and I will have killed each other stone dead twice over.

Talking of which, I've got to go to work on Saturday, and I am terrified I'm going to fuck up. Yes, it's books. I know books. I can't work a till. And my finger still has a chunk taken out of it. Argh. Kill me now. At least it isn't waitressing. And as I said this morning, could be worse. Could have been like the poor sad having-a-test first-years in the lab next door.

Actually, I occasionally wish I was in first year. So much less work and worry, less panic that if I accidentally kill someone I will be held responsible, less of the whole your-life-depends-on-this-exam thing. Just general coasting along with the requirements of the National Curriculum.

Of course, I didn't coast at all in first year. I did all my homework and felt guilty about not handing it in, when I didn't, which was rare. I was far more conscientious then than I am now, which is a real shame as it's now I could use it. I'm such a cliché it kills me. Indian girls in secondary school are always horrifically conscientious. I'd love for one of them to be a rebel, but no. We all plod along attempting to meet our parents' incredibly high expectations. My parents' expectations are so high they have ceased to be expectations; I mean, if I get four As at AS, this means the world is happily turning on its axis. If I hadn't, then there is something not right with the universe.

Sigh. And I'm going to grow up and turn into them.

In other news, I plan to update Sleeping With Ghosts with some recs next week. Just one to start with - The Secret Life of Scientists, by julad. It's Stargate Atlantis, McKay/Zelenka (no, it works!), and angsty and incredibly funny in the same paragraph. Fab.

I'm now going to avoid further work and watch today's Stargate episode, which is Thor's Chariot.

I am so boring.

Comments

[minttown1.livejournal.com]

My roommate has totally called the McKay/Zelenka on multiple occasions. It amuses me so much to hear her say such things. *bounces off happily to read* (Wednesday is my half day, too, and I took a full day off this week, and I'm getting nothing really accomplished.)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Half days are good. Full days are even better. :)

D'you know, I haven't actually met Zelenka in canon yet. Roll on the repeats, is all I can say on that front.

[minttown1.livejournal.com]

They are. Sleeeeep, yay.

Oh no! Zelenka is wonderful and adorable and sort of bitchy, though his bitchiness in no way rivals McKay's.

[bekkypk.livejournal.com]

I feel like that about 1st years at secondary school. I was so good in year 7... I think by the time i hiot 6th form i was sick of the teacher's attitudes more then anything else... I certainly didn't do the studying I should have...
But yes, not studying on half days is good, if only for the de-stress it gives :)
xx

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. I love Wednesdays for the de-stress factor alone. S'wonderful.

[bekkypk.livejournal.com]

we used to bus it back from school and wander the town, not buying anything, just wandering. Then i'd go home to tuna fish sandwiches, mmm :)
xx

[balthaser.livejournal.com]

*coughs*ColleenShow*coughs*

*pets*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Subtle. I'll do my best. :)

[amchau.livejournal.com]

It's not just Indian girls who are like that, you know. I mean, you're right, as a group, Indian parents seem to have very high expectations; but I'm fairly sure that if I get three As (having only started three courses, I can hardly got four, but I don't expect this would change if I could) it will be treated as the natural course of events. Three Bs, on the other hand, which would be perfectly respectable, will make me feel like the world's fallen off its axis, and the family feel like they have to spend a lot of time talking loudly though not to me about how terrible exam boards are these days.

Besides, I'm horrifically conscientious as it is.