Wednesday, 8th October 2008

Life’s A Piece Of Shit

…when you look at it.

Today wasn’t actually that bad a day considering I felt like I might die spontaneously, just from Life. That would be interesting wouldn’t it, having Life as your cause of Death… Probably quite a relief, I should imagine. Anyway. What was I saying? Oh yes, I feel shite. But I did accomplish two major things today, which consoles me slightly: a) I corrected Mme T’s French at the height of my feverishness, and b) I got Miss D out of her chair in English. Therefore today has not been a complete waste, so despite the repeated admonitions of Bansi, Katie, Rosie, Alex, Olivia, Jess, Chelsea, Runi, Iain, Ms D, Mme T, Miss C, Miss D, Mr G etc etc, I am glad I went to school today.

Prefecting was both nightmarish, due to the constant, exhausting stream of teachers asking if I was okay (thus requiring me to speak and pay attention), and entertaining, as I got to see which teachers noticed I was sitting at my duty physically shaking and which ones didn’t. HEM Mr S. That man is clueless. He passed me about three times and said “Morning” quite happily, seeming not to see that I did not even raise my head. He also passed me, Alex and Amirah in our Secret Illness Place at lunch, when I was shaking under Alex’s blazer and lying on her lap. He merely said “If you are prefecting, please stand up” and wandered off. Oh, that man…

There are rumours that Mr B is going to attempt forcing those who did not get 4/4 in Objective 1 to redo it. He can frankly GO FUCK HIMSELF, HIS FAMILY AND HIS FINGERNAILS UNTIL HIS PENIS FALLS OFF. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT.

I’m trying not to think about the English. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I missed the last lesson to work on it as well as last weekend, so I have to get it all done this Saturday and I haven’t even planned it. Or drafted it. Argh. Also I will have IT, French and Food coursework to do. Shite. At least we didn’t seem to miss very much while we were in Dorset, methinks enough people were away for the teachers not to bother teaching anything. Oh, Dorset!

Yes, Dorset was very fun despite the apocalyptic weather and the general gloom of illness and depression which hung over the entire group. I missed quite a lot of stuff, but I don’t really mind. Physical activity isn’t really my thing, as you, perceptive reader, must by now know, and the rave was giving me a headache from the other side of the camp where I was lying in bed in my room, so I’m fairly glad I didn’t go to that… The fun bits of Dorset were basically the first and last night, where Alex, Nirali, Amirah and I stayed up talking until like 3.30 in the morning. We achieved this because on the first night I was not yet ill and on the last night I was hyped up on Mr G’s Lucozade… But for anyone who is going to Dorset in the future, BRING YOUR OWN SOAP.

I think that’s about all I have to say, I realise it’s been a while since I’ve written a new post, so I hope this keeps those of you who care (Amirah and Jordan) going for a bit until I feel well enough to resume the frantic, obsessive tres-per-diem posting I was engaged in before I was struck down in the Primeb of Limeb.