You would think this was easy, but it actually requires a great deal of effort and skill. Amongst the growing list of 'Things I am Trying to Ignore' are:
- The fact I have to complete a French presentation for early next week, despite NOT KNOWING ANY FRENCH and hating it with all my heart and being one of only three in a class and the only reason I attend these lessons being that I feel sorry for Mr R and I thought I might actually learn something such as the actual French language but this is just a big lie as all we do is pretend to write presentations whilst actually screaming inwardly 'I hate French and could be doing something far more useful and constructive like sunbathing right now' and leaving early to do some 'research' in the library or chatting to Mr R about anything other than verbs. And why in God's name did I decide to do a presentation on Montmartre? Random. I think I was hoping that the thrills, excitement, interesting culture, raunchiness etc of the region would inject the same into French lessons. It hasn't.
- Having to write a comparative essay on two literary texts for Tuesday. Whilst wild horses couldn't stop me from devouring this task and gorging myself on themes, motifs, language, structure and so on, it is unfortunate that I have lost the will to live.
- The pressure from adults of the teaching profession in regards to higher education.
- Miss M's psychotic rolling eyes, wild, russet mane, ruddy, ageing skin, fidgety, manic limbs, acid tongue, and spine chilling penetrative lilt. All made terrifying to the extreme when directed at mild, meek, 'rabbit caught in headlights' me.
- N's alarmingly good mood. It makes me suspicious and uneasy. Something must be about to go awry, I can feel it.
- My stupid, stupid hair. Because it is being stupid.
- Vast pile of books that I really should read.
- The fact that I haven't seen the crew for weeks. But I have been very busy recruiting new crew. No excuse however.
- The gradual disintegration of my most recent attempt at a filing system.
So all in all, I am blissfully content in my state of ignorance.
Anyway, what do I care as I am off to Ecclefechan (say it aloud, give yourself a chuckle) where rural life will be experienced, the boredom of cousins will be briefly quelled, and the 'fechan bus may even be taken. Dear me, that'll never get old.
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Actually, I think they don't bother with spelling in Ecclef*chan - they wouldn't, would they? So you should be safe enuff, but don't try your French on them.
The deleted comment was in regards to a slight slip of the fingers when typing a specific word and was less than complementery on my spelling skills (or lack thereof). I blame the heat. Or, indeed, the parents.
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