That's all three written exams over with - just english and drama left. I was heartened by yesterday's two-unit test (I think I love you, calculus), but alas, 3U did not go so well. Quite aside from the fact that I didn't notice Question Five until fifteen minutes before the end of the exam, I seem to have forgotten what to do with exponentials. But at least it's my spare unit, if I do that badly it won't count. That was in the morning - I then spent a few hours drinking tea* in the common room with a large group of modern history people and Poppy, who didn't have any actual exams today, but was in fact the only prefect who had shown up for a meeting about some sort of prefectly duty. She also claimed to have had a dream in which I said "A trio is a trio" - no context, but it made sense at the time. Although not to me, I hasten to add. Beth had potato bread, which is a bizarre idea containing chunks of potato (that people kept stealing, much to her chagrin**).
The weather is muggy. The whole sky is a uniform bluish-gray. I stepped outside and it took me a minute or two to find the sun behind the cloud cover. It was still too bright to look at, but no longer round - the haze had rendered it a blur. Of course what this means is that there is more heat getting in than out, and thus walking through the air is like walking through molasses. Twenty one people died in a flood of molasses in 1919, in Boston, USA. For some reason nobody took it as a sign of the approaching rapture. I mean, isn't there supposed to be a land of milk and honey waiting around somewhere for the believers? I'd take milk and sugar-cane syrup any day.
It will rain.
*This proved an unwise idea, considering the heat. I had to eat some ice afterwards. Mmm, ice.
**Why is chagrin such a cool word? Chagrin. chagrinchagrinchagrin.
The weather is muggy. The whole sky is a uniform bluish-gray. I stepped outside and it took me a minute or two to find the sun behind the cloud cover. It was still too bright to look at, but no longer round - the haze had rendered it a blur. Of course what this means is that there is more heat getting in than out, and thus walking through the air is like walking through molasses. Twenty one people died in a flood of molasses in 1919, in Boston, USA. For some reason nobody took it as a sign of the approaching rapture. I mean, isn't there supposed to be a land of milk and honey waiting around somewhere for the believers? I'd take milk and sugar-cane syrup any day.
It will rain.
*This proved an unwise idea, considering the heat. I had to eat some ice afterwards. Mmm, ice.
**Why is chagrin such a cool word? Chagrin. chagrinchagrinchagrin.
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