A four day week back at school with Ofsted inspectors everywhere. In DT one of them talked to me about my coursework and seemed very impressed, in Computing we think the inspector missed the significance of Mr M’s “Advanced Response System for Education” (yellow pieces of card with insulting remarks we hold up in lessons when we don’t understand something). I sat in on the second half of an inspector asking Sixth Form students about the maths department. Everyone they spoke to sucked up to the inspectors in a way I couldn’t believe and with the direct questions asked and the time constraints I didn’t feel there was ample opportunity for me to explain what I really thought!
The tracksuit hasn’t had as much use as I was hoping, just don’t know when I’m supposed to go jogging. I had considered getting up early in the morning to do it, but that’s more awkward than I had thought – and I’m not sure if it’d be particularly good for me. I went to our fortnightly games lesson though, played badminton and Mr C attempted to refine my grip on the racket… “attempted” being the operative word.
Friday morning was the British Informatics Olympiad which I always find interesting, even when I can’t do it. In three hours I only managed to answer all the parts of one of the three sections – still enough to get me a pass. It’s a shame really because I’m sure I could have got a lot further if it wasn’t for being side tracked by an interesting bug I was experiencing in VB. I probably should have chosen to program in PHP because I’ve been using it a lot recently – but last year I felt it put me at a disadvantage. The bug btw was to do with multiplying 5 by 7200 causing a buffer overflow error when 4 multiplied by 14,400 didn’t… still haven’t figured that one out (had Mr M and Mr C stumped).
Friday Lunchtime I met Mum, Brother, Grandparents and Aunty in Smiths for a meal (well actually I was only there in time for dessert, coffee and a pint of Guinness) then nipped over to the Masons to beat Reubs at a game of pool and a half pint before being whisked off to Dyke by lauperr. After tea we went into town to the Angel, then Smiths then onto Leicesters (or however you spell it). Met up with Rachel, Keri, Lou!, Siobhan, Tasha, Jenny, Wez, JJ (and probably others) in Smiths.
Got back to mine at 3am (with three drunk couples trailing behind us!) after a bit of a problem retrieving Laura’s bag from the cloakroom. Upon being handed two coats I said “There was a bag too”. “No there wasn’t” said a bald tough looking bloke at the door “Erm, yes there was” I said with raised eyebrows. “Well if you think there was bag, you’re going to have to wait at the end of the queue”. So we did. “About this bag…” I said when the queue finally filtered through. “You mean this one?” said the bald bloke taking it from under the desk. Argh!
Anyway, as I was saying we wandered home in the snow with three drunken couples trailing behind us, Siobhan and her boyfriend, Tasha and some Welsh bloke and Mr M’s daughter and some guy. I was locked out because Reubs had taken my keys earlier so I rang him to let me in (at 3am) and apparently I now owe him lots of beer(?) Laura stopped the night and I spent most of today feeling ill, probably an illness commonly known as a hangover. Spent some damned good time with lauperr.
I made another meal today under lauperr‘s supervision. If she tries to tell you that I dropped a tray of 10 sausages and boiling hot fat on the floor which she lovingly wiped up while I rinsed the sausages under the tap hoping nobody would notice, I deny all knowledge.