World Book Day
Mar. 3rd, 2005 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenToday is World Book Day. One may remember last year's event of doom. This year the committee decided to avoid the assembly route, and consequently, for the last few days Mrs Barry has been gathering items for a book treasure hunt for the first three years. Obviously I agreed to help - my job, blah - and went out for sherbet lemons yesterday. She spent last night putting the clues all round school, photocopied the forms (they're bright pink and now haunt my dreams) and waited for people to arrive.
Which they did, with a vengeance. The seventy forms disappeared and more had to be photocopied. At break I went out to look at the clues. There was a pair of green glasses in the library itself (The Demon Headmaster), an alarm clock on the periodical shelf (Peter Pan), a wedding invitation from "Mr and Mrs Bennett" on the payphone (easy) a jar of marmalade on the lockers (Paddington!) and a jar of honey in the Derby Wing (Winnie-the-Pooh) and a single rose hanging off the balcony in the main corridor (one guess). The sherbet lemons were in a bag stuck to the head's office door, and from a distance everyone thought they were grapes. I didn't get it, so I stalked out to have a look with the mini-Scoobies trailing after me.
They were definitely sherbet lemons. The headmistress emerged, blinking, and gave me a Look. "Come in here and explain this."
Well, what do you do? I went in and attemped to explain it. She's never read any of the Harry Potter books (she's an English teacher). I explained the reference as clearly as I could, she told me I was terrific and tremendous and threw me out. I went back to the library and moaned at anyone who'd listen.
They calmed down a bit when they had to go to lessons, and I sat around in my free and didn't do anything. Mrs Barry was working on stuff from the school archives, and she showed me the school's very first admissions book, complete with pupil number one. Her name was Florence Lester and she was a pupil in 1888. The first girl, of course - the boys are from 1620 - and it went on from there. I found it interesting, to see all these girls who are from Bootle and Crosby and their fathers are described as "dairy farmer[s]".
Anyway. Later, the madness began again as I had to go round the school with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quackaquacka, checking all the clues were in place. Unforunately, some of the first-years twigged what we were doing, and reasoned that if they followed us, they'd see all the clues. And they were bloody obvious about it, too. We had to relocate marmalade. Is it any wonder that I am entirely sick of this?
Ah, well. They have to finish by tomorrow, and that's the last time I ever get to do something like this. And I want the sherbet lemons. Someone has to eat them.
That's today. I never got to update yesterday because of being insanely busy, but it was fun. School, work, and fun stuff, in that order - Hannah and Clare arrived at about six-ish and took me to Colleen's, where we ate pizza, took pictures for Colleen's media, and according to her, Hannah and I were "woobly." I have no idea what this means.
Anyway, it was fun. I can't post the pictures in this entry - they have to be friends-locked, again - but I may do so later. Also, and this is entirely unrelated, what do people do on dates?
Which they did, with a vengeance. The seventy forms disappeared and more had to be photocopied. At break I went out to look at the clues. There was a pair of green glasses in the library itself (The Demon Headmaster), an alarm clock on the periodical shelf (Peter Pan), a wedding invitation from "Mr and Mrs Bennett" on the payphone (easy) a jar of marmalade on the lockers (Paddington!) and a jar of honey in the Derby Wing (Winnie-the-Pooh) and a single rose hanging off the balcony in the main corridor (one guess). The sherbet lemons were in a bag stuck to the head's office door, and from a distance everyone thought they were grapes. I didn't get it, so I stalked out to have a look with the mini-Scoobies trailing after me.
They were definitely sherbet lemons. The headmistress emerged, blinking, and gave me a Look. "Come in here and explain this."
Well, what do you do? I went in and attemped to explain it. She's never read any of the Harry Potter books (she's an English teacher). I explained the reference as clearly as I could, she told me I was terrific and tremendous and threw me out. I went back to the library and moaned at anyone who'd listen.
They calmed down a bit when they had to go to lessons, and I sat around in my free and didn't do anything. Mrs Barry was working on stuff from the school archives, and she showed me the school's very first admissions book, complete with pupil number one. Her name was Florence Lester and she was a pupil in 1888. The first girl, of course - the boys are from 1620 - and it went on from there. I found it interesting, to see all these girls who are from Bootle and Crosby and their fathers are described as "dairy farmer[s]".
Anyway. Later, the madness began again as I had to go round the school with
quackaquacka, checking all the clues were in place. Unforunately, some of the first-years twigged what we were doing, and reasoned that if they followed us, they'd see all the clues. And they were bloody obvious about it, too. We had to relocate marmalade. Is it any wonder that I am entirely sick of this?Ah, well. They have to finish by tomorrow, and that's the last time I ever get to do something like this. And I want the sherbet lemons. Someone has to eat them.
That's today. I never got to update yesterday because of being insanely busy, but it was fun. School, work, and fun stuff, in that order - Hannah and Clare arrived at about six-ish and took me to Colleen's, where we ate pizza, took pictures for Colleen's media, and according to her, Hannah and I were "woobly." I have no idea what this means.
Anyway, it was fun. I can't post the pictures in this entry - they have to be friends-locked, again - but I may do so later. Also, and this is entirely unrelated, what do people do on dates?
