This title is supposed to be a bit of a paradox. I most definitely should be writing a Philosophy essay this very second, hence title but instead shall continue to write this blog which could constitute as an essay. Clever, huh? No, I know. However, it is being written at the demand of dearest malade Katie Tottman and probably as a nice little bed time story for grumpy Heather May. So really it's more of a priority than aforementioned essay! Yeaaaah. These next paragraphs will bear no relevance and will just be brief accounts of "stuff" I have observed today:
It's weird isn't it how my brother and I have very little in common. We barely talk and I'd never refer to him as my friend when other siblings are just ridiculously close! But then today, dad rang and I just asked him if he'd made friends and if people were being nice to him, you know, as you do because I want to make sure he's okay and then Nick (mon frere - I know I'm missing the grave accent, I just don't know how to do one) gets the phone and asks him precisely the same questions as I did. Haha! Weird.
I kicked the day off with double Ethics with the dear old German hamster who is beginning to grow on me. It was alright, we're planning our medical ethical investigations and so she did a whole double lesson on abortion stuff. It was so fun to realise that Christians predominantly don't believe in abortion because of "the sanctity of life" (the idea that it would be doing something that only God should control ie, taking life.). Their reasoning is nothing to do with the effect it could have on the female or the child's life when it's born. Oh the humour! I am always particularly vocal with my views in Philosophy and Ethics haaa and I produce some rather fervent head gestures as well as to whether I agree or disagree.
In French, the teacher wasn't there (and neither was my Katie :( :( ) so we had a chat. I'd love to say we practiced for our orals or discussed current issues in French but to be honest, we just didn't. We talked about people on drugs and how scary it is, the supreme difference between private schools, grammar schools and state schools, dads thinking they're cool, drunken events and tomorrow's certificate evening. Emily has to sit on her own because she's getting a special award, haha! It was brilliant.
I then had my Year Seven drama club. Today I concluded that they are stupidly loud, obsessed with death and fighting. They're all female and aged between eleven and twelve. I am slightly scared of them! However, it was extremely cute how excited they became when I told them the plan for Alice In Wonderland and you always get the odd few stealing glances at you whilst they're acting, trying to impress you because you're the teacher and hoping you'll glance at them. I know this because I used to kill myself doing it! When you actually are the teacher though, you prefer not to look at any of them whilst they're rehearsing and just wait until they produce the madness that is their "performances" at the end. Adorable! When I was leaving, there were a few wobbling along in front of me excitedly asking each other who they were going to audition for. I felt so proud and responsible! Bless them.
After this, I popped to work to check my Saturday shift. The hotel is dead and my shift is eight til four!!! Early start but at least an early finish. You've got to have some sort of compromise! Oh, on my way there I saw a man selling key rings to fund holidays for disabled children. He was dressed as Batman and was absolutely drenched. Naturally, I made sure he knew all about where my money was going and how it would benefit by giving him a good grilling and then bought one. He called me smiley! What a nice man. I then missed the bus after finding out my shift times but luckily saw my friend Jack so we had a nice chat. Oh, that's assonance! Chat and Jack almost rhyme. Okay, maybe not. I then got the bus, trundled home in the rain, plonked on the sofa and haven't really moved since. I have read my book and watched numerous episodes of Come Dine With Me whilst Twitter bitching about the stupid cow who was so up her own bottom it was ridiculous.
I still need to finish reading my Medical Ethics chapters, write my Philosophy essay and then sort out my certificate evening outfit. We have to wear a white shirt and black skirt; I am going to customise with extravagant jewellery to show I am not a conformist. Bonne nuit tout le monde. Oh, and Heather; cheer up sexy pants :)
Sally x
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