At half eleven this morning, I had one of those moments where you sit back and ask why, exactly, does this sort of thing happen to me? And is it because of something I did in a past life or just general malevolence on the part of the universe?
To be clear: I was sitting with a glass dish full of wet sawdust, looking for maggots. Ten of them, alive and squirming, all of which had to be dug out and returned to a beaker. I found the first four easily, but had to do some serious digging to find the rest. My biggest fear is that I missed one, and it's still there on the windowsill in the sawdust being maggoty.
I don't think I liked this practical. The afternoon one was no less successful, involving a managante(VII) titration. it's self-indicating, which means I make less of a mess of things; still, once we'd finished everything was violently purple and concordance really not an issue.
Anyway, today has been rife with people saying misguided things:
Rice-Oxley: The amount of testosterone produced by a male animal is directly proportional to the amount of aggression it exhibits and is so also proportional to the size of its... territory.
Me: Oh.
Sarah: We thought you were going to say something else.
-
Mrs Colvin: You're not ethnic minorities! You're girls I teach!
-
Sam: I found two rulers and a sheet I'd lost.
Mrs Barry: Where?
Sam: In the Lostprophets box... oh.
-
Mrs O'Connor: Iona - define "lascivious."
Me: Lustful? Aggressively lustful... depraved? Depraved, but a lesser degree of it. Sort of. I think.
Mrs O'Connor: She's great at this, isn't she?
-
Fidan: Iona, you look happy, which is not normal for you.
-
Well, she's right. I'm happier lately, for a clear and obvious reason, but I'm also rather bored. I'm between fandoms, it's ages before the holidays, the UCAS cycle is ending and it just seems like we have nothing to do until study leave begins, and that's not fun because it involves revision.
I don't know. I need something new to think about.
To be clear: I was sitting with a glass dish full of wet sawdust, looking for maggots. Ten of them, alive and squirming, all of which had to be dug out and returned to a beaker. I found the first four easily, but had to do some serious digging to find the rest. My biggest fear is that I missed one, and it's still there on the windowsill in the sawdust being maggoty.
I don't think I liked this practical. The afternoon one was no less successful, involving a managante(VII) titration. it's self-indicating, which means I make less of a mess of things; still, once we'd finished everything was violently purple and concordance really not an issue.
Anyway, today has been rife with people saying misguided things:
Rice-Oxley: The amount of testosterone produced by a male animal is directly proportional to the amount of aggression it exhibits and is so also proportional to the size of its... territory.
Me: Oh.
Sarah: We thought you were going to say something else.
-
Mrs Colvin: You're not ethnic minorities! You're girls I teach!
-
Sam: I found two rulers and a sheet I'd lost.
Mrs Barry: Where?
Sam: In the Lostprophets box... oh.
-
Mrs O'Connor: Iona - define "lascivious."
Me: Lustful? Aggressively lustful... depraved? Depraved, but a lesser degree of it. Sort of. I think.
Mrs O'Connor: She's great at this, isn't she?
-
Fidan: Iona, you look happy, which is not normal for you.
-
Well, she's right. I'm happier lately, for a clear and obvious reason, but I'm also rather bored. I'm between fandoms, it's ages before the holidays, the UCAS cycle is ending and it just seems like we have nothing to do until study leave begins, and that's not fun because it involves revision.
I don't know. I need something new to think about.
no subject
on 2005-02-28 05:52 pm (UTC)Um. Was there a larger purpose to this exercise, or was the whole point finding the maggots?
The amount of testosterone produced by a male animal is directly proportional to the amount of aggression it exhibits and is so also proportional to the size of its... territory.
So, basically she's saying it's got a huge.... tract of land? Heh.
Your school sounds so much more fun than my school... why is that?
no subject
on 2005-02-28 06:34 pm (UTC)My school is, occasionally, fun. And I edit out the sucky parts!
no subject
on 2005-02-28 08:15 pm (UTC)And the hellmouth in the library of course.
no subject
on 2005-02-28 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-02-28 06:39 pm (UTC)I did not say lost prophets I didnt!!!!!
no subject
on 2005-02-28 06:56 pm (UTC)I've just worked out how to post a comment on your page, which is worrying seeing as I've had a livejournal since 2003.
Will you friend me? I'd love to see how lovely old MTGS is doing. I've read a couple of your entries (hope you don't mind) and it seems like life is going well for you! Oxford, Time Magazine and a relationship! I hope you and Hannah are happy for a very long time. It's amazing when you finally get with a friend you've become so close to.
Anyway, I will stop rambling at you.
Alison
no subject
on 2005-03-01 06:12 pm (UTC)And thanks for your good wishes; I'm certainly in a good place. How are you? Kept in touch with anyone from school?
no subject
on 2005-03-01 11:23 pm (UTC)Hows Mr Evans doing these days? Crazy crazy man. And is the new head actually going to be good for the school? She didn't inspire me with confidence on Prize day.
no subject
on 2005-02-28 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-03-01 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-03-02 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-03-01 09:08 am (UTC)We need a new joint fandom. Not that I need another fandom; between SG-1 and the West Wing I'm nearly dead. But we need to be sharing one again. Something that's in repeats now, or that's easy to get from the library. Any ideas?
no subject
on 2005-03-01 06:14 pm (UTC)Oh, idea - have you read Garth Nix's Abhorsen trilogy?
no subject
on 2005-03-02 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-03-03 09:10 am (UTC)