End of term

I realise that I am a bit behind with the posts - my apologies. Ok, my last post was about the DofE expedition. I will briefly divulge into what has happened since then, giving details about the more exciting things in later posts. 


Since the expedition I have been really busy with ridiculous amounts of homework, coursework and controlled assessments. I managed to get through all of it. And looking back, I wonder how I managed it without having a nervous breakdown, trying to juggle my hectic social life along with all this work. 


With each piece of work, there was a reward. Not always relevant to the job, but it was a reward nonetheless. I had evenings out, a meal to celebrate my mother's birthday. I had a lovely 2 day weekend in the middle of the week - that was profiling. Unfortunately, on the Monday, when I had to go into school to be profiled, I was hit on the head with a tennis racket, and had a huge egg on my forehead for a fortnight. But I didn't care. It was interesting trying to talk to Dr Crawford about my school report when I had a huge ice pack strapped to my head, acting as a barrier between us. 


Then there was sports day. Once again, I managed to get through another sports day without participating in anything. Not even the fun run. I am not unfit, I just choose not to participate in any unnecessary sport, if I can help it. However, Sophie, my friend but also Cedar's Vice House Captain, threatened to have branches and leaves sewn onto me, and have me wander round Palmer Park as the Cedar's mascot - the Cedar Tree. Somehow I managed to get out of it, and she harassed some poor little year 7 instead. 


After Sports day we went back to Martha's and had a picnic. A good hour or so after the end of school, when there was no risk of any teachers still being there, (and once we were all fed) we went back to Palmer park and played in the park just outside. It was great being a kid again. I don't often get the chance to just muck about, having no responsibilities. But that half hour on all the swings and big elaborate climbing frames was complete and utter bliss. What a shame it started raining when we got back to Martha's, so I was unable to walk home, and so my Dad had to pick me up. Such a shame. 


I went on various shopping trips, both at the weekend and after school. That's is another advantage of walking home. Not only do I not need to waste money on ludicrously expensive bus tickets, but I can go home whenever I like. Not time constraints. I don't need to be anywhere by any particular time. I don't have to worry about missing the overly crowded, hot, clammy bus. I can just amble through the town centre, which is on route home. I can go into any shop I like, and spend money which I, otherwise, wouldn't have had. 


And finally, Ruth's birthday party. Shakeaway. How I love it.


There is most definitely other things that have happened since the end of term, that I have missed. But I am sure you have had quite enough. 


So I must end with:

22/07/10


Kendrick Girls run wild round Reading
Students of Kendrick School ignore the wise words of their Head Mistress: "And remember girls. Go. Straight. Home". Instead they choose to spend their first few hours of freedom, now that the summer holidays have begun, roaming the streets of Reading singing "Floreat Kendricka" at the top of their lungs. It just goes to show that Kendrick's strict attitude to intensive child labour only messes with the girls' minds. A passerby says, having just been ambushed by a group of provocatively dressed year 8s "Well rounded girls my arse. They're all bloody loonies."