Oh for the summer holidays. Within five minutes of tutor set, I was telling |Dave| that I was fed up. So here we are. I’ve already been told that I’ve done over half of Year 11 and that we really need to buckle down.
I spent all holidays (well about three hours) revising for the French exam I thought I had tomorrow. Unfortunately, last night I discovered that it was in fact German that I was going to be tortured in.
I completely failed in my lunching arrangements. I went into Bingham and ordered a jacket potato with cheese and chilli. Upon leaving the shop I realised that the chilli would probably have meat in. As I’m a gay (or vegetarian if you’re being PC) I decided not to eat it until I discovered whether it was meaty or not. |Callum| was buying a sandwich anyway so he asked for me. It turned out that it did indeed have meat in. I tried to scrape the chilli off but I competely failed so I donated the potato to |Callum|.
I then returned to school very very hungry. |Callum| offered me his sandwichs but they had ham in so I had to refuse.
At the vending machine there were 2 rows of flapjacks. The top row were bigger but Pete said they were worse. The bottom row were smaller but apparently nicer. Being ravenous, I went for a bigger one.
It was so disgusting I didn’t eat it.
Lunch was a Galaxy and KitKat donated by |Callum|.
Wicked.
