I've got my laptop back, finally! Good old Arthur (that's his name) recovered from his nasty virus and then came back to me to learn he probably passed it on to me before he went off to the Laptop Doctor, because I have lost my sense of smell and am continuously coughing up my trachea unless I down 'Covo-oooo-nia' like it's Lucozade Sport.
Anyway, I've been at Sixth Form now for two weeks, and it's great. I can't help but pay attention in all the lessons, I have no Maths or PE to torture me, and Friday has two doubles of English Literature! Not to mention the amazing freedom to walk out of the school grounds as you please. However, finding a person does get difficult, as I said to my friend Meghan, it's like somebody got a handful of Sixth-Former-flavoured-confetti and threw it all over town!
Another problem is lockers. Officially, Sixth Formers don't qualify for these essential secure storage spaces, unless, like my good friend Squish (yes, it's a nickname, but one that is always used) you happen to do A-Level Art and therefore get a giant cupboard in the Sixth Form Art Studio all to yourself. So poor old me would have to carry four Lever-Arch files complete with about six textbooks and a couple of novels to school, around school and back home nearly every day. Excuse me, but not going to happen!
However, the genius that is me prowled around school for a bit in search of a decent sized unclaimed locker. I finally found one in the middle of a Year Seven patch of lockers, whapped a padlock on and laughed my way to class. Mwhahahaha!!
I have also been kind and considerate enough to share my hard-to-come-by finding with my best friend Meghan, so it is now referred to as 'The Communal Locker', even though it is only used by two people.
One problem though, as I mentioned before, is the Year Sevens whose lockers surround mine. They may be extremely small and moderately timid, but even the might of the Sixth Former doesn't stand a chance against a swarm of small children who tend to travel in packs of about ten at a time, and when the locker space is squashed under the stairs it is not good. It can get pretty ochlophobic at times for the Lone Year Twelve in a sea of Year Sevens swinging PE bags and crushing you against the wall with their snail-to-shell-ratio rucksacks with just a measly 'sorry', and opening locker doors INTO YOUR ACTUAL HEAD without even a measly sorry.
Anyway, rant over... I'm going to go and do something useful with my precious time on this Earth.
*cough* Facebook *cough*
Friday 17 September 2010
Monday 6 September 2010
It's Like I've Never Been Away...
So here I am, back at school, in Sixth Form for the first time. And it's already tense on the friendship scene. Seriously, couldn't they save it for at least the second day back?
However, that aside, I am very happy to be back! We get a longer lunch on a Monday (today!), get to go off site at lunchtimes, have study periods, less subjects, a Sixth Form common room and don't have to wear uniform either.
The problem with the last one is every day you have to decide what to wear! And even that isn't as simple as it may sound, oh no, you don't only have to pick out co-ordinating top and bottoms, but also have to pick a matching jacket/coat, shoes (which have to be practical with the day's weather) and a bag too! Of course, me being me, I have a huge array of bags to choose from (which recently has had four new additions: dark denim, light blue/grey over-body, a beige lots-of-pockets over-body, and a brown one which I am using today), but it is still very difficult to decide your outfit! I was laying awake last night worrying intensely about it, so even though I had told myself I would sort it out in the morning I got up and started to race around my room in my pyjamas pulling things out of wardrobes and throwing them like confetti onto my bed and talking to myself about matching colours and waterproof-or-not shoes like an insane person, until I finally decided on a weather-approved practical outfit that obeyed the not-too-strict dress code, and then collapsed into my bed and went straight to sleep.
Also, I now have no blazer, so therefore no pockets with which to stuff all of my rubbish that I own such as keys, phone, earphones, bus pass and all that jazz. So my handbags are required to be larger with more pockets...
Anyway, moving on from that, I am having a super time and am especially happy having seen the guy I like again after ages of not seeing him, and him being dressed in a suit made it all the more enjoyable.
Signing off now though, I don't have much left of lunchtime. A quick hello to Janet (she's my mum's friend and I showed her my blog when we visited her on Saturday): Hello Janet!!
However, that aside, I am very happy to be back! We get a longer lunch on a Monday (today!), get to go off site at lunchtimes, have study periods, less subjects, a Sixth Form common room and don't have to wear uniform either.
The problem with the last one is every day you have to decide what to wear! And even that isn't as simple as it may sound, oh no, you don't only have to pick out co-ordinating top and bottoms, but also have to pick a matching jacket/coat, shoes (which have to be practical with the day's weather) and a bag too! Of course, me being me, I have a huge array of bags to choose from (which recently has had four new additions: dark denim, light blue/grey over-body, a beige lots-of-pockets over-body, and a brown one which I am using today), but it is still very difficult to decide your outfit! I was laying awake last night worrying intensely about it, so even though I had told myself I would sort it out in the morning I got up and started to race around my room in my pyjamas pulling things out of wardrobes and throwing them like confetti onto my bed and talking to myself about matching colours and waterproof-or-not shoes like an insane person, until I finally decided on a weather-approved practical outfit that obeyed the not-too-strict dress code, and then collapsed into my bed and went straight to sleep.
Also, I now have no blazer, so therefore no pockets with which to stuff all of my rubbish that I own such as keys, phone, earphones, bus pass and all that jazz. So my handbags are required to be larger with more pockets...
Anyway, moving on from that, I am having a super time and am especially happy having seen the guy I like again after ages of not seeing him, and him being dressed in a suit made it all the more enjoyable.
Signing off now though, I don't have much left of lunchtime. A quick hello to Janet (she's my mum's friend and I showed her my blog when we visited her on Saturday): Hello Janet!!
Friday 3 September 2010
An Explanation
Ok, so I've not blogged in over a month. This was because I went on holiday for two weeks to beautiful Cornwall, but my laptop didn't connect to the internet where we stayed properly so I only managed to get online twice. Then when we came back, my laptop started 'not responding' to anything (don't you hate it when that happens?) so after a while he had to go to the laptop-doctor to get better. And he is still there. So now I am borrowing my Dad's.
But enough of that, I have so much going on in my life now! I’m starting Sixth Form on Monday, I went to Nottingham to see my grandparents last weekend, and obviously I had my holiday in Cornwall. It was absolutely fabulous! There was a small complex of villas outside a hotel, with an outdoor pool in the middle of the patio-type-thing outside the villas. This pool I went in almost every day, apart from one day when my family and I went to a theme park for the day, but I think the log flume counts too!
And then I was ill the second week, so had to nestle in my bed or on the duvet-covered-settee in the villa groaning about spoiling everybody's holiday, so didn't go in the pool for a couple of days then. Now the origin of this mysterious illness is one I debated heavily with myself, before finally realising that I had dropped a really big chip on the floor in Looe (it's a town in Cornwall, not a WC) and, obeying the three second rule (which has always sufficed before), picked it up and eaten it. I wasn't going to let it go to waste was I? Anyway, the next day I started feeling, shall we say, not quite myself. But I'm alright now, and it really was a nice chip.
And now all I can hear is my seven-year-old brother crashing around in his bedroom. I honestly think in future he is going to be one of those men who drives the crane with the massive wrecking ball on, demolishing buildings and crushing cars. Luckily right now he's just playing with some magnetic darts, about fifty metal ball bearings and an empty biscuit tin. Oh, to be young again!
Anyway, that's all for now folks! And yes, I am perfectly aware that I sound like somebody from the Looney Tunes. But seriously, that is all.
For now.
But enough of that, I have so much going on in my life now! I’m starting Sixth Form on Monday, I went to Nottingham to see my grandparents last weekend, and obviously I had my holiday in Cornwall. It was absolutely fabulous! There was a small complex of villas outside a hotel, with an outdoor pool in the middle of the patio-type-thing outside the villas. This pool I went in almost every day, apart from one day when my family and I went to a theme park for the day, but I think the log flume counts too!
And then I was ill the second week, so had to nestle in my bed or on the duvet-covered-settee in the villa groaning about spoiling everybody's holiday, so didn't go in the pool for a couple of days then. Now the origin of this mysterious illness is one I debated heavily with myself, before finally realising that I had dropped a really big chip on the floor in Looe (it's a town in Cornwall, not a WC) and, obeying the three second rule (which has always sufficed before), picked it up and eaten it. I wasn't going to let it go to waste was I? Anyway, the next day I started feeling, shall we say, not quite myself. But I'm alright now, and it really was a nice chip.
And now all I can hear is my seven-year-old brother crashing around in his bedroom. I honestly think in future he is going to be one of those men who drives the crane with the massive wrecking ball on, demolishing buildings and crushing cars. Luckily right now he's just playing with some magnetic darts, about fifty metal ball bearings and an empty biscuit tin. Oh, to be young again!
Anyway, that's all for now folks! And yes, I am perfectly aware that I sound like somebody from the Looney Tunes. But seriously, that is all.
For now.
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