Aged 16, O-Level exams (what we used to do at 16 before GCSEs were introduced) were looming - indeed the practicals were under way...
New headteacher today - Sr. E.
We have been given no set homework, but while, last year, I would have taken that as an opportunity to mess around, I realise that it is taken as read that we revise. I listened to the chart (what a pain Duran Duran - The Reflex - being number one).
Aviva came in saying that her parents got a letter from Miss R this morning regretting to have to tell them that her daughter was flaunting her scribbled on blouse in Alty on the last day of term (on the last day before Easter about half the fifth year invited people to autograph their winter blouses - we had different ones for Summer and for Sixth Form)
I watched the Conservative Party Political Broadcast. They used Framingham Road as an example to compare life under Labour and Tory rule in Manchester and Trafford. This is fame for Sale - appearing in the same PPB as Gum Gum...but we weren't named. Shame.
Mrs N was back in Maths, so we had to work. Music was pretty ghastly. We did aural and sight singing (the two greatest Achilles heels of my entire O-Level portfolio)
I didn't have much of a lunchtime, because at half past one I had to go for the DS Prep Sheet. Of course, Andrea Ba, Trisha, Anne Marie D and myself got the horrible assignment - a choice of preparing a three course evening meal in a caravan with only one oven and two boiling rings. The other alternative was three different uses of sauces in cookery. Ugh. I don't think I did too well, but considering how horrible the assignment was, and the amount of pressure, I don't think I did too badly.
I watched TOTP. The Human League sang The Lebanon. This is a fabulous song but would you credit it - Phil Oakey: yes, asexual Phil Oakey has grown a beard. You would hardly recognise him save for the voice.
I watched telly for the rest of the evening, which has made me feel really guilty. I burnt some old prepsheets (I am on the road to destruction!)
I went out, much against my will to Church, and then after tea I played my recorder.
I'm feeling depressed. Ray Wilkins is definitely leaving United for AC Milan. I watched Football Focus, which was congratulating Liverpool on being simply perfect.
I went out by car with Math to Old Trafford. It was a very scrappy match, yet all along there was a feeling that Manchester United were the slightly better team. Indeed, if chances were anything, we would have won, but we are such crap finishers it is unbelievable. (Mark Hughes scored but Ipswich won).
I was feeling really depressed walking down Warwick Road, until I heard on a fella's radio that Jimmy White had fought back to eleven-thirteen. That really chuffed me up.
But Steve Davis won 18-16.
Today has been normal - well, if you can describe the world in general, and Andrea and Louise in particular, going mad about the snooker, as normal. And then, of course, we had the French reading exercise. God knows how I did.
Today hasn't been too bad - and I say that despite having had the Music Aural exam today: indeed, I might even say it is a contributory factor to my general elation: I probably did the best aural I ever did. The only rubbings out I made were for neatness in the rhythm, and I think I did my major melody more or less okay. I probably got about half of my minor melody. I got a really good chord choice for my harmony. My sight singing was atrocious, though.
Latin was cancelled due to the Debate. It was not a bad debate although it was not as controversial as last year's. 5G (Tara and Louise F) beat 3J (Kate B and Phillippa C).
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