Post #2

I know, I know, two posts in ten minutes. I really must be bored.

No, it's just that the last post was dedicated exclusively to the shuttle launch, and there is some other stuff I think I would benefit from rambling on about for a while.

First, Lateness.
At my school, every once in a while they implement the late queues. This means that if you are late, even by as little as a minute, you have to stand in a queue for half an hour and then explain to a member of the staff exactly why you are late.
Today, I had the bad luck to arrive at school to have the gate slammed shut in my face. A tad disheartened, I went around to the late entrance-to discover the late queues.
Now, maybe I'd better mention that no one is allowed in, but there are no teachers to supervise the queue. This means, predictably, that if you arrive first, you will be pushed and pushed and people will step in front of you until you are at the back.
I didn't arrive first, but I stood outside, in the freezing cold, with no coat, no gloves and my reputation as a total geek and goody-goody to endanger me.

New people arrived. instead of going to the back as I had done, they pushed through to the front. Soon I found myself beside a friend of mine, who had arrived much later than me, and yet, due to the shoving and pushing, was ahead of me in the line.

As I came closer to the door, I heard the bell for start of lessons ring. This is when I began to panic, because:
I HAD MY ACTUAL SPANISH GCSE WRITING ASSESSMENT FIRST LESSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was almost hyperventilating. I felt so stressed and scared that I nearly screamed at the big, scary sixth-former who shoved in front of me that I was there first. I complained loudly, something I, the innocent goody-goody, would never normally dream of doing, but nothing happened. I prayed that my more rowdy classmates would get bored and rush the desks, pushing their way through until I was the only one left to sign in, but it was not to be.

I was veyr panicked. My breathing quickened, and when I got to the front of the line the teacher slowly-oh so slowly-asked me why I was late. i replied quickly, but the damage was done.

I was late.
I raced through the corridors to reach my classroom. For a moment I breathed when I reached it, only to see that my teacher was halfway through explaining exactly what we were meant to do. Panicked and scared, with wild eyes, I tried to silently attract my teachers attention to apologise for being late. When that failed, I sat down, hurriedly unpacking my things.
However, my brain was frenzied and I was so panicked that once I had seated myself and loacted the equipment, I was too panicked to listen. I caught snatches of information, such as "I can't-" "Dictionary" and "folders", but I missed most of it. Then suddenly it was time to start.

I still felt panicked and harried, and I scribbled down some completely grammatically incorrect nonsense in order to get the words down on the page. I rushed and rushed, planning to complete at least a third of it by the end, as we had three lessons to complete it.
i wrote too much on the first bullet point, because I rambled on and on. I was too panicked to pace myself and think more carefully about my words and the spanish tumbled out of me in a mix of "I ate lunch tablets for breakfast and cheese had protein and I am a vegetarian therefore I am healthy".

By the time it was done, my twin had written almost half of hers, and begun copying it out in neat.
Disheartened and depressed, I watched as my teacher collected in our work, and my last chance to correct the mistakes I made was torn away.

I couldn't calm down until break, and that was only because I ate a chocolate brownie and five sugar cubes.

It was a real nightmare, I tell you. Horrible.

I don't really know what else to write, but with that inspiration, I doubt I'll have trouble with my English assessment tomorrow. Our task is to write a horror story. Do you think my GCSE horror will be good enough?
Even thinking about it has made me feel sick and panicked again. Urrgh.

By the way, did I mention it's my twin sister's birthday on Friday? Any idea what to get her?
No, nothing else is happening on the same day. Why do you ask?