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Mar. 16th, 2007 05:30 pmToday should have been the last exam of this round of assessments. And it was Drama, and I was pretty damn confident about it.
Then this morning I came to school and changed into my theatre blacks... and then Poppy rang up to say she was sick, vomiting, and altogether unlikely to both make it to school and avoid throwing up during the performace, poor thing.
There followed some negotiations with the drama teacher and the head of the creative department and then the Principal, whereupon it was decided that we'll all have to do it on Monday. Thing is, the written segment is based on the practical segment, so the other group was also dependant on us. Dr Vazza was rightly miffed at being caught without a Plan B, but was forced to concede the point and change the time. And we'd already lugged the bloody huge drum up the stairs from the music rooms, too! Well, that is, Sophie and Neada and Liv did, I was sent off to dig up a guitar from a random music room as the teacher with the keys to the store-room was busy with the negotiations.
So I ended up hanging round the school all morning in my blacks (I really need to find a decent pair of black pants that isn't a couple of sizes too big for me) because I'd planned to go out with the Art Nookies (D? Good name for our group or not?) and Simone (an... honorary member?) after all of our various morning exams.
I caught up on my flist, at least. Then we went to the Coffee Club, and Nicky reprimanded Diana for loudly mentioning porn in a busy city street - but as I pointed out, Vazza would probably be too embarrassed to bring it up at assembly if somebody called to complain. Everybody expressed puzzlement when I ordered a steak sandwhich - I don't know why, just because I'm a picky eater... I mean it doesn't really get more plain than bread meat and vegies, yes? Then we went to Kinokuniya, where Yi fan bought some comic and I leafed longingly through Endless Nights, bitched about my unemployed status like it isn't my own damn fault, and dropped hints about my coming birthday (on a vaguely related note, Neil Gaiman's great grandfather was kicked out of Lodz, guys. I don't know why this inspires glee, but it does).
Augh, how did it get so late? Goddamn slash. Goddamn Resonant and her epics and her getting me into stories for fandoms I've never even heard of. Murrrsleep.
Then this morning I came to school and changed into my theatre blacks... and then Poppy rang up to say she was sick, vomiting, and altogether unlikely to both make it to school and avoid throwing up during the performace, poor thing.
There followed some negotiations with the drama teacher and the head of the creative department and then the Principal, whereupon it was decided that we'll all have to do it on Monday. Thing is, the written segment is based on the practical segment, so the other group was also dependant on us. Dr Vazza was rightly miffed at being caught without a Plan B, but was forced to concede the point and change the time. And we'd already lugged the bloody huge drum up the stairs from the music rooms, too! Well, that is, Sophie and Neada and Liv did, I was sent off to dig up a guitar from a random music room as the teacher with the keys to the store-room was busy with the negotiations.
So I ended up hanging round the school all morning in my blacks (I really need to find a decent pair of black pants that isn't a couple of sizes too big for me) because I'd planned to go out with the Art Nookies (D? Good name for our group or not?) and Simone (an... honorary member?) after all of our various morning exams.
I caught up on my flist, at least. Then we went to the Coffee Club, and Nicky reprimanded Diana for loudly mentioning porn in a busy city street - but as I pointed out, Vazza would probably be too embarrassed to bring it up at assembly if somebody called to complain. Everybody expressed puzzlement when I ordered a steak sandwhich - I don't know why, just because I'm a picky eater... I mean it doesn't really get more plain than bread meat and vegies, yes? Then we went to Kinokuniya, where Yi fan bought some comic and I leafed longingly through Endless Nights, bitched about my unemployed status like it isn't my own damn fault, and dropped hints about my coming birthday (on a vaguely related note, Neil Gaiman's great grandfather was kicked out of Lodz, guys. I don't know why this inspires glee, but it does).
Augh, how did it get so late? Goddamn slash. Goddamn Resonant and her epics and her getting me into stories for fandoms I've never even heard of. Murrrsleep.
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