Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside

Well, the past week has been a little unusual. Had my last ever Greaves lesson on Tuesday, and my last ever Wilson lesson yesterday (I wound him up about how he made our Year 11 class a cake at the end of Year 11, and yet for the end of Year 13, he'd only made us a Language Change crossword. Then I looked at Megan's WANTED poster that Fraser had stuck up really high behind Wilson and asked the class at large if he was wearing the same tie in that photo as they one he was wearing in the lesson, and they all looked and laughed, and so then Wilson realised there was a big poster of him up behind him, and got very defensive about the 'LEGALLY DISINCLINED' comment).

Because I only had two morning periods yesterday, Mum then picked me up at break and we drove up to Norfolk to collect Minna, and took her to Southwold for lunch. Mum went paddling in the sea, which is mental because it must have been freezing, and I took photos of the pier, awesome beach huts (2), and the waves. Minna bought a dress in NOA NOA, but lost her sunglasses, and then we went walking up and down the street, checking out various art galleries and so on. We eventually left, and stopped for a cup of tea at Minna's and then Mum and I didn't get home until half-eight last night, by which time I was really tired (it was really windy walking along the beach, and the seaside always makes you tired anyway).

Today was our last day of lessons. At the end of Film, we gave a clap, which was rather anticlimactic, and Hansard was handing out a few goodies to those who answered his questions correctly. I correctly translated 'Les Mistons' to 'The Brats', so I asked what the 'booklet on the representation of women in film and TV' was like, because that sounded similar to what I'm going to write about for one of my exam questions, and Jess called out "Sophie, they're not going to be naked", which understandably induced a lot of laughter, though it was a bit awkward 'cos I wasn't sure if anyone was going to take it seriously. Talking of lesbianism, Rosie came out today, though I'll mention that in a minute. But yeah, the booklet turned out to not be what I hoped it would be (and no, that wasn't porn), so I gave it back to Hansard at the end of the lesson, but he said that I should still have a prize, so he gave me his copy of the Observer's film magazine.

Then we had Philosophy, during which we had to keep sending Haslam out, as Helen and Jane were still wrapping her presents, we didn't want her to see her Orchid, and we were all still writing the card (with Jane's hilarious drawings of us all on the envelope). Eventually, Amelia turned up, with BANANAGRAM, and Haslam brought in a load of doughnuts and chocolate. We played BANANAGRAM, with Amelia and I managing to win both matches just at the end - Helen had played before, so she, Jane and Haslam sped through, but Amelia and I are good with words, and she apparently had played it about twenty times last night with Eloise, her younger sister. I don't know how Ru and Nick did.

At break, I wrote my personal message to Natalia in her autograph book. I'll be bringing in my own tomorrow, of course, along with my camera.

Then Philosophy again, and we played another of Haslam's philosophy card games, which was even more difficult this time. At the end, Amelia dragged Katie Pink in from the corridor, and we gave her our cameras and phones to take class photos of us. Philosophy by far is the smallest class I've ever had xD.

Ru, Charlotte and I then had a free, so we stayed in S4 after Philosophy, and they wrote and drew on the board with a super strong sharpie that they both got slightly high off. I had a big cuddle with Ru, and then spent most of the hour writing a long message in her autograph book, which ended up being over two sides long.

At lunch, I discovered that our year photos had been available for a few days, so I went up to the office and retrieved mine, then swapped with Ru and Nat the little portrait photos. Kat and Matt are supposed to bring in theirs tomorrow so I can swap with them too. We all swapped stories about our High School experiences, and reminisced on what we remember from our shared lessons over the years. Even Natalie and Matt were able to share a few opinions, as a lot of the kids that went to Matt's primary school then went on to Newport Free Grammar (grrr), which is where Natalia went to High School. Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, Rosie decided to inform us right at the end of lunch that she is a lesbian. Right after I joked that she had lost her virginity, to which she responded, "yes, I lost my virginity to Gerry and his meat" (we were all plagued by horrific images at that point), she then said "no, I haven't lost my virginity, and I never shall, as you shall now discover". Except, once she had said it, were all just like "yeah" and Ru said "they already know! I told you they knew" and Rosie seemed a bit bemused and told us she wanted us to accept it seriously, instead of as a joke, so I figured I'd speak up for the group and was like "yeah, Rosie, we know, and we have accepted it seriously. We don't care; be what you want". Immediately after, Charlotte looked up and was like "what?", as she'd been reading Natalie's autograph book and hadn't heard. But then Flett walked in, so Charlotte had to ask me in a whisper if Rosie had just said what she thought she had. So yeah, we're all cool with that. We figured it out ages ago (let's face it, staring at my cleavage for half an hour whilst lunching at The Olive Garden kind of gives it away).

Lastly I had English with Smith, who had been bringing lots of different cakes for her classes today, so we made tea and had cake and chocolate and Pringles (actually, that was just me). We got Flett to take photos of us all, and slowly everyone trickled out, so in the end it was just Smith, Megan, Alicia Grey, Grace, Chess, and myself, chatting about Uni and the end of the school days and so on. Charlotte Wright had a hockey stick that had been painted by Frances, which is to be presented to Mrs. Cox as Sixth Form's leaving gift, and she was getting as many people as possible to sign that, so I did. Mrs. Smith claims that she can see me in Film Production, or working for a TV station or something, because, I'm "organised and creative". I laughed it off and told her that I am really not organised, and Megan vouched for me, so she said that I'd certainly been fooling her for at least the past two years. Megan has been crying all day, and kept getting very teary and annoyed whenever somebody mentioned that it was "the last lesson ever". Then it was the end, and we all wandered off.

Megan and I met Ru and Rosie in reception, and then we spent an hour touring around the whole school, including all the corridors, Maths block and Sixth Form block. We left out Tech Block and the Sports Hall, but we went all around the rest, in rooms I haven't even seen for years, reminisced about all the crazy things that we remember happening in them. Actually, it was mostly me reminiscing. Megan was still crying, Rosie wasn't really that bothered, and Ru was just fairly quiet. But Rosie and I took the opportunity to slag off the display work in C13 one last time, like we used to back in the days of Year 11 breaktime. Unfortunately, E2, our form room in years 7 and 8, back when we had Miss. Collett, is no longer in existence; it became a part of the canteen extension a few years back, so we weren't able to go in there, but I did get a gorgeous photo of the Rose Garden.

As we were leaving school, I saw Alec outside the Tech block, who was just finishing his after-school detention. He said he was going into town before going home, so I went on my way. But when I got home, I realised I didn't have my key. It was too hot to go into town, and I knew Alec would be back soon enough, so I sat on the doorstep and started to read the magazine Hansard had given me in Film (see how it all worked out there?).

Now I need to figure out what I'm to wear tomorrow for Chilford Hall; Smith said to dress how you would for a wedding, but the last time I went to a wedding, I was thirteen, and hated dresses, so I wore a purple suit. Although the suit does still fit me, I don't think purple suits me anymore (I'm amazed it did back when I was thirteen). I'm thinking of wearing my black dress, and perhaps the purple jacket if it looks okay on me, but if I do that, then I can't wear any of my heels, because neither blue nor turquoise go with lavender. I think I shall have to ask my mum what she thinks I should wear, because I'm not able to figure anything out.
Dad left for another business trip today, this time to Sardinia. He'll be back on Saturday, but it means that - as he said to me last night - Wednesday was the last day he would ever wake me up for school, and he's been doing it for the past thirteen years, so that is weird.

Anyway, season 6 of 24 arrived from the library today, so I'm off to watch that now. Alas, Michelle and Tony absence makes me very sad, but it does at least have Bill, and Morris and Chloe are funny, and Audrey is in it briefly, though from what I understand, she's in captivity in China and in a pretty awful state, which is majorly saddening.

I really hate common phrases

Stuff happened at school today. Not a lot. I got burnt more. At lunch, it was just Matt, Megan, Scott and I. Scott was being a hobo during period four, lying on the bench in lots of clothes which should just be outlawed in the summer, and talking about pizza. So yeah, at lunch, just us four continued to sit out in the Rose Garden. It was all very boring. Eventually, Matt drove Megan and I into town, for which I'm grateful, and dropped us off at the entrance Church Street, from where we walked to the Museum. A group of people from our class, plus Mrs. Smith were already there, sitting out on the grass, but immediately I headed in the opposite direction, so of course Megan had to stress out. Oh gosh, I should never think to do something a bit different, should I? So, I even had to tell her that I would join them all in a minute, but nooooo, she still had to accompany me, as if I'm a child that isn't responsible for their actions and doesn't really know what they're doing. In truth, I was actually looking for the houses on the back of museum, because one of them is no. 32 Castle Street, my old house. Made my way through the undergrowth and eventually saw my old bedroom window. Brought back some memories. I wandered around the grounds, remembering all the times Alec and I used to play around there as kids, on his skateboard, playing football and stuff with Harry Wrigley and so on. Or even the time it snowed heavily and we hid behind the wall and when mum walked past, threw snowballs down at her on the street below. So anyway, I haven't actually been there for a bout five or six years, and definitely have not been inside the museum for about seven years. I wandered around inside with Megan, Daisy and Alicia Grey, but they eventually sat down, so I continued going around on my own while everyone congregated in the benches area. I found the lovely stuffed fox that I always used to stroke, and that made me very happy. Oooh, and Daisy and I pointed out the stuffed lion to Alicia, as she has never been there. I remembered the time when Holly Bacon once jumped out of the mummy room at me and terrified the life out of me. At about 2:50, we all met outside again, and then the nice lady who works at the museum, who I recognise from the times I did activities there, told us a bit about writing the displays, which was helpful.
That was a nice trip. We had to pretend that we had all met there by chance, somewhat randomly, because Smith couldn't be bothered to get permission forms from us just for a half-hour long trip, so when we arrived, she thanked us all for not getting run over by busses. Then I decided that there was no point in triangulating the town by walking all the way back to school to walk home with Charlotte, so I texted her to say I would be walking straight home, which makes more sense. We all traipsed into town, then went our separate ways, as I entered the library, hoping to find my mummy. I didn't, and I couldn't be bothered to ask, so I just went home, and saw Mrs. Smith as I was nearing the Common, so I walked through the car park with her, talking about the museum, then she found her car and I continued on my way.

So yeah, that was really the highlight of the day. It was pretty boring otherwise. Ooh, but I finally got my Shocking Cinema essay back in Film and I got 17/20 marks, which is one mark over an A. Feeling pretty confident about the subject, I just need to do a bit of revision for our FS5 mock tomorrow, seeing as I haven't studied A Bout de Souffle or City of God in a while.
Peace Out.

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Sun!

Yesterday, I only had three lessons, and one of those was on the field in the end, because of lots of crazy room changes. So when I eventually got home during lunch-time, I sat out in the back garden on one of the deck chairs for three hours and got very sunburnt. I had a delicious roast guinea fowl baguette for my lunch, though.
Today, I only had the one lesson, so I stayed to sit in the Rose Garden again for second period and break, and then I went into town and met my mum. At midday, we collected Nanny, then drove to the Axe and Compasses in Arkseden, where I have not been for AGES, and we all had a delicious fish pie for lunch, which means I don't have to have dinner. I was wearing Alec's pilot shades all day as well, so I felt cool. So yeah, we were out for a few hours, and near Clavering and Jamie Oliver's parents' pub, there's this place where we got a new office chair for mum to sit on at her computer.
Alec said his drama exam went really well, which is good, because in his mock the over week, they were all a bundle of nerves apparently, and it went quite badly. But in the actual exam this afternoon, he said it went perfectly, so I'm pleased, because mum and I were worried for him. Also, he keeps calling me 'Boss' or 'Bossman' at the moment, which is a bit bemusing. Oh, but he let me watch more X-Files last night, so I finished the last six episodes of season three. He doesn't know I watched that much, though, so don't tell him. I heart Scully more than should be allowed, quite possibly.
Erm, my first exam is next Friday: AS English Language resits, at the ungodly hour of 8:45am, which means I'm going to have to get up earlier than 7:50 for once >___<. Then I don't have any more until the fifth of June. We finish school on the twenty-third of May, though, which is terrifying. Life as we know it is going to be very different. Also! There is going to be a new Weezer album! I was talking to Andrew the other day, before he and Elliott spammed by Facebook with '@_@' smilies, and drew Godzilla images of me taking over the internet, and I discovered that he also loves Weezer. Anyway, their third self-titled album comes out next month, and it's being dubbed The Red Album, because, well, it's red. First single to be released is Pork and Beans. Go here to listen to it. Now this is all surprising news to me, as their last album came out in 2005 and then they temporarily split to do other things. I hadn't realised they had rejoined already, let alone recorded a new album. So yes, I'm happy. Weezer have been with me since year nine, and new music from favourite bands is always exciting.
Hmm, yes, over the weekend, I had no voice, and had to speak in a whisper. I still can't speak very well, and certainly can't sing along to my musicz. Because I was ill, I didn't want to pass anything onto baby Melina, so I didn't get to see my cousin :'(. My mummy took photos and video of her, though, and she looks adorable. Can't wait to finally meet her. I helped Josh catch a Pikachu when he, Jojo and Minna stopped off at ours on Saturday, and he was very pleased with me. Mum and Alec were in Cambridge, so it was nice to spend time with just Josh without kiddo around. He's such a lovely, polite lad when there are no other kids around.
Lastly, today in our English-turned-free period, Megan and I created a new friend. Our class had followed Wilson to one of the science classrooms where we discovered that he was doing SATs stuff again. John was fiddling with a balloon that for some reason was in a tray on the teacher's desk. Now, surely balloons are for year two science classes? Anyway, I picked up the other one, a blue one, and then when we left the classroom, I realised I still had it on me. So Megan drew a face on it with her silver nail varnish and asked me what we should call him. The most obvious answer was 'Richard', so that is what we named him. So when the others arrived at breaktime, I introduced them to Richard, and told them about how the feel of rusty spoons against his fingers is almost orgasmic. In THE voice. But then we realised he has no fingers, so instead Richard likes the feel of rusty spoons against his face. He was being a very naughty boy today, rubbing up against my bare legs, and not shading my knees against getting even more sunburnt. Would you like to meet him? I suppose you would, wouldn't you? Here he is. So yes, he was tied to my handbag all day, to stop him from running away. I must have looked a bit weird walking into town with him tied to me ...

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