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ravenI went to school! Well, first I got up at the unearthly hour of nine in the morning and rode into the village to get vaccinated again, and then Laura appeared at half eleven to pick me up. We grabbed Becky from Raven Meols, and got in about lunchtime, and it was weird. First of all, I had to sign in formally and wear a sticker saying "Visitor". I'm a visitor in my own school. I went to the library straight off, as I do, and it's changed. The computers are gone, replaced by flatscreen monitors that are apparently not connected to anything. Mrs Barry is planning to get a sofa put in across the back wall. I'm all in favour, but sorry I'm missing it.
The school itself doesn't look at all different. Well, it wouldn't, would it? However, I'm reliably informed that the library flooded over the holidays, and had to be put back together in a hurry. They took pictures, and it looks amazing. Water lapping over the floor, bookshelves taken out, dust everywhere. I don't know how they fixed it so quickly.
Talking of the library, I went to see Mr Evans. Miranda had already said, "He misses you." Apparently he's wandering around with nobody to talk to, so I went to see him, and he immediately told me everything political he'd read in the last two weeks, that is Rehnquist's death and the Bush approach to Katrina and the fact the Guardian is now Berliner size. "Berliner," he said, "as in..."
"As in I am one, yes," I agreed, and he looked delighted. Maybe he has missed me.
Anyway, he and Miss Hathaway were very nice and it was so good to see them. They laughed at our visitor badges, and Miss Hathaway, who went to Oxford, dispensed some advice in regards to what to read off the lists, and they wished us luck. Mr Evans assured me that he still thinks I'll never be the kind of girl who irons her boyfriends' shirts, and that he doesn't think they'd even ask. I thanked him sincerely.
He also told me a bit about what's been going on. "Your library cabal is a bit rudderless," he confided. "They're getting into the swing of it without you, though. I miss the offbeat conversation."
He really does, too. We used to amuse him no end. I visited the library cabal myself later, and was met by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quackaquacka and eternalwings. It was good to see them, like I'd never left. I went out for lunch and came back to the library to eat it and had a good chat with them all and yay, nice. They filled me in, and showed me that girl!Doctor stories are beginning to crop up on ff.net. "My girl!Doctor?" I squeaked, startling the other inhabitants quite a bit. Apparently so.
Afterwards, I went up to registration with Miranda and got a hug from Mrs O'Connor, who professed to missing me. She has just about come round to the loss of Othello from the syllabus.
I was actually in school for more photos. The Formby Times and Crosby Herald have decided that as they did a feature on Merchants' boys, they should do one on us, hence even more photographs. I didn't mind. It was worth going in to see everyone. It hasn't sunk in yet, even now, that I won't ever go back without a visitor's badge, even if I do pop in at Christmas. Not Prizegiving - the last remnant of Brandreth is the fact it's on a Wednesday and much more difficult to get to. The teachers are obviously glad she's gone, though. You can hear the sighs of relief. I'm happy for them.
Laura dropped me off home in the end, and we're having a chemgeeks' party at the end of the week. The wrap-up of my life starts here.
The school itself doesn't look at all different. Well, it wouldn't, would it? However, I'm reliably informed that the library flooded over the holidays, and had to be put back together in a hurry. They took pictures, and it looks amazing. Water lapping over the floor, bookshelves taken out, dust everywhere. I don't know how they fixed it so quickly.
Talking of the library, I went to see Mr Evans. Miranda had already said, "He misses you." Apparently he's wandering around with nobody to talk to, so I went to see him, and he immediately told me everything political he'd read in the last two weeks, that is Rehnquist's death and the Bush approach to Katrina and the fact the Guardian is now Berliner size. "Berliner," he said, "as in..."
"As in I am one, yes," I agreed, and he looked delighted. Maybe he has missed me.
Anyway, he and Miss Hathaway were very nice and it was so good to see them. They laughed at our visitor badges, and Miss Hathaway, who went to Oxford, dispensed some advice in regards to what to read off the lists, and they wished us luck. Mr Evans assured me that he still thinks I'll never be the kind of girl who irons her boyfriends' shirts, and that he doesn't think they'd even ask. I thanked him sincerely.
He also told me a bit about what's been going on. "Your library cabal is a bit rudderless," he confided. "They're getting into the swing of it without you, though. I miss the offbeat conversation."
He really does, too. We used to amuse him no end. I visited the library cabal myself later, and was met by
quackaquacka and eternalwings. It was good to see them, like I'd never left. I went out for lunch and came back to the library to eat it and had a good chat with them all and yay, nice. They filled me in, and showed me that girl!Doctor stories are beginning to crop up on ff.net. "My girl!Doctor?" I squeaked, startling the other inhabitants quite a bit. Apparently so.Afterwards, I went up to registration with Miranda and got a hug from Mrs O'Connor, who professed to missing me. She has just about come round to the loss of Othello from the syllabus.
I was actually in school for more photos. The Formby Times and Crosby Herald have decided that as they did a feature on Merchants' boys, they should do one on us, hence even more photographs. I didn't mind. It was worth going in to see everyone. It hasn't sunk in yet, even now, that I won't ever go back without a visitor's badge, even if I do pop in at Christmas. Not Prizegiving - the last remnant of Brandreth is the fact it's on a Wednesday and much more difficult to get to. The teachers are obviously glad she's gone, though. You can hear the sighs of relief. I'm happy for them.
Laura dropped me off home in the end, and we're having a chemgeeks' party at the end of the week. The wrap-up of my life starts here.
