New pencilcases and such like
You don’t need to tell me what time of year it is. I was 15 minutes late for work today, due partly to my inability to get out of bed and partly due to the fact that the 20 minute journey now takes upwards of 30 minutes. Grrrrrr. Yes, the schools have well and truely gone back.
I could go off on a rant about the 4×4s queuing on the main road to take little Emmett and Jemima to the Rudolf Steiner school….but I wont, I’m sure there are countless other sites bashing the fairer social classes.
Whale and I were only talking the other day (possibly yesterday) about the whole being at school thing and quite frankly, it still turns up in both of our nightmares (mine usually involving a few more Victorian toilets). But I did love the fact that you could justify buying a brand spanking new pencilcase that wasn’t covered in “I love Mark I.D.S.T.” Unfortunately, purchasing new stationary was the only good thing about the beginning of term and going back to THAT school for young ladies.
I distinctly remember one shitty Autumn lunchtime, our “gang” were all piled round our table in the dining room when the duputy head comes over and asks what on earth we are doing still eating lunch in there. (To free up space in the tiny school, 4th year + were given the privaledge of eating lunch in their form rooms). We gave the stoney reply, “well, you spilt us all up at the beginning of term - this is the only chance we get to all be together”.
The look on her face *may* have been one of guilt or regret. I’d like to think so. It was indeed one of the most fucky-uppy things they could have done to us. At the end of the 3rd year, they made us write on a bit of paper one person who we *definately* wanted to be with in the 4th year. So we “oh so cleverly” made sure that each one of us had a name that would make a kinda daisy chain to include all of us. It didn’t work - they obviously just ignored the bits of paper. Fucktards.
And *that* is why I don’t like this time of year. Oh, and the fact that summer’s over and I feel like the world is going to end.
-moosh
