Feeling of things being wrapped up, teachers not being bothered, a sense of "putting the toys back in the toy cupboard" as Dom once called it. In the past two days all I've done is dossed around in the library, played Hamlet Snakes & Ladders ("Oh no! You have killed Polonius. Move back two places!") and drawn elaborate patterns all over my Aeneid notes so they're practically illegible. Oh, and I wrote half an essay on Pushkin's Queen Of Spades for Russian. Queen Of Spades: so, so boring.
BRETT came into our last history lesson today saying "Now I don't care if it's the last week of term, we are going to learn about the Reich Chancellery!" and ended up telling a long story about how he got set on fire at a barbecue when he was 18. Glavshit has reverted back into Nice-Glavshit Mode and our lessons now consist of making notes on our individual assignments while listening to his collection of opera music.
Spent lunchtime (after eating our Last Ever School Christmas Dinner - oh, how I'll miss that limp turkey ham!) watching Hannah wrap her own Christmas present from Raaheel, because Raaheel apparently can't wrap presents to save his life. I pointed out that this blatant waste of wrapping paper was not environmentally friendly and was accused of being a cleverclogs.
What else, what else? My entire family is ill, including Misha who is currently lying on the bed behind me moaning pathetically and reading George's Marvellous Medicine. This means tomorrow's planned trip to see sumo wrestling on ice (I wish I was making this up) has been cancelled. Oh, the Oxfam Poetry thing last Thursday was wicked by the way. Luke Kennard, Barbara Marsh, David Morley, other amazing people. And Todd Swift plugged Pomegranate for us, which was nice. Kind of sad that that's the first one I've been to and they're not doing them anymore.
I can't WAIT for the holidays.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment