||[26th. Jun, 2007|10:11 pm]
No more exams! The total lack of Physics on the horizon gives me more joy than I ever thought was possible. Mrs Moynihan is out of my life for ever and ever and ever! No longer will I be tortured with her looking through me and becoming selectively deaf whenever I have a question!
Ahem. Yep - exams and exams. Bio ext, R+P (lots of gender qs, bit hard), Physics (terrible calculation question which I swear we had not been taught properly).
Last day at Habs EVER. Mrs Radice's Garden Party. Hm. She did not appear for ages, it was not in her garden and it was not much of a party. Everyone clustered, including the teachers.
Funny thing that happened! Maya and I had just been talking to Miss Considine when Miss Buckley appeared and started talking to Miss Considine. Maya and I moved slightly away. Mrs Radice entered just as Miss Buckley said she had to go, and seemd to be walking purposefully towards Miss Considine. Miss Considine then said pointedly, "Didn't you have something terribly important you had to tell me, Suzanne?" I said, "Yes, erm, perhaps we should walk this way, come on Maya, yes I did, very very important, the thing I had to tell you was... it's OK, she's gone." Miss Considine then said, "Oh, has she? Oh, how important and interesting." I think it was one of those 'had-to-be-there' things so I don't know why I'm bothering trying to explain it but still.
Maya and I went to Camilla's for a book burning but left after about an hour as everyone was starting to get drunk and it wasn't much fun for sober people. Eve was drinking vodka. We walked back to my house and I, idiot that I am, mixed up two roads so we ended up walking the wrong way. Thank goodness we realised before too long! We watched An Ideal Husband and I insisted Maya borrowed a Goodies DVD.
I have been in the wars lately. Nearly fainted this morning (no idea why), hurt my ankle walking up the stairs (now bandaged) and am also freezing. Vest, top, jumper, cardigan - still cold. I feel like Scrooge sitting in his office insisting no more coal be put on the fire, except I'd pile the fire high and sit toasting in its warmth.
I notice from the lack of comments on my last entry that no one reads this and no one cares. Ah me, what a tragic life I lead. Oh well. C'est la vie, whatever that is supposed to mean.
Oh, and South Yorkshire is flooded. Bit of contemporary issues there.