This is the Monday of my timetable where I only have two lessons. So, after 2 hours at school I’d already finished all my lessons. First up was analysing a W.H.Auden poem- ‘Musée des beaux arts’- and some extracts of the Handmaid’s Tale. It was quite enjoyable, really. Lots of religious themes, obviously, and some nice sexual frustration. It’s relatively awkward talking about ‘the ceremony’ and such things, even with only 3 males in the class (including the teacher), but I guess we’ll get used to it.
Philosophy second, revisiting last lesson and Augustine’s ridiculous argument about how God isn’t responsible for evil. It makes no logical sense whatsoever, as is the case with all arguments where you start with your conclusion and cherry pick evidence. My philosophy buddy says that it’s ‘even worse than the cosmological argument’, which is pretty bad coming from him. We’re the ‘sceptics table’. A chunk of the lesson was taken up by discussions about how scandalous it is that we can only take hand luggage to Poland. Terrible, obviously. We’ll only be there for two nights, it’s no big deal. Doc Martens on my feet, couple of pairs of skinnies, jumpers, and I’m sorted. Boom; February in Poland, done.
A relatively unproductive two hours followed in my frees. I tried to do my artwork, but there were loads of people in the room so I couldn’t really concentrate. I ended up plugging my phone into the computer speakers and playing Panic! at the Disco. I’m such a great dancer. Jokes, I’m terrible; zero sense of rhythm despite doing dancing lessons for most of my life. I did do some singing, which I am genuinely good at, but not much else. Had a tortilla with 3 chicken nugget things in it for lunch, because I’m super healthy. Last lesson was spent in Primark looking for a flower crown for my buddy. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any, so u bought some more knee high socks instead. These ones are burgundy. Very exciting. I also saw a Game of Thrones tshirt, but I hadn’t brought much money with me due to the fact that I hadn’t planned on going shopping, so I’m planning in going and getting that tomorrow. Fingers crossed they’ll still have some, maybe even vaguely in my size. We can only hope.
Brownies was tedious; trying to get one of the girls to write her own invitation to this MacMillan coffee evening they’re doing. Also, the example invite had MacMillan spelt McMillian, which I totally not what the charity is called. Guides wasn’t much better, and I forgot to ask about doing my Baden Powell, though I doubt I’d be able to do it in 1 year. Dang. Another fun fact is that my 18th birthday is exactly one week today. I’m so terribly excited. Hurrah. Visiting relatives. Ignored request for cash. Rubbish gifts. Brilliant.
The positivity is almost tangible.