Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

It’s 5:30pm. It’s dark outside despite the slowly approaching spring and you’re still there? You ask.

Yes, I’m still at school. It’s parents evening tonight and mine decided to book appointments from 6:30. Bearing in mind it can take an hour to get home and an hour back (including minor delays but not accounting for big ones) it would have been pointless to go home because I’d only have a little while before I had to grab the bus back (Yes, I have to be here too. Who else will point out that En Ms B is Ms Banks my English teacher, or the others, as that is what I wrote on the appointment timetable). I spent a while trying to do my English essay before finally giving up and admitting that it really needed some intervention before I wrote a load of codswallop. So I gave it in to Ms Miller and explained that I was certain I was going off of the point quite clearly and that it would be better I gave it to her a day before her specified, first draft, deadline of tomorrow because I was just running around in circles and squares and triangles all over the pages But, at least she can’t say I didn’t hand it in . After that I went to see if the library was open. I ended up accidentally sneaking up on the librarian and made her jump when I politely asked of the library was open. It would be for 20-25 minutes so I continued reading the Chronicles of Narnia for one more chapter before she closed it.
Then I figured it would be wise to but some food to I trailed off to Tesco, admiring the beautiful full moon and the pink clouds against the lovely blue sky and returned with a pitiful excuse for a meal, but it could have been more pitiful I daresay, of Tomato and Basil pasta which loses it’s taste less than half way through and makes you wish you had some salt to put on it and stole back into school.
Finding the common room locked, as I had expected it to be, I scuttled along to the study room, where I now sit. We’re not supposed to eat in the study room but I figured if I ate away from the computers and didn’t get caught it’d be fine. I turned the light off and locked the door. But not accustomed to eating in near darkness I resolved to put on the furthest lights as before and sit in the corner as inconspicuously as possible. I turned down the volume on my phone too because Mum said she’d call me when she was arriving.
So, I’m still here bored and trying not to gag on the pasta. It was either this or “weight watchers smoked ham sandwich” or a variety of delicious fillings but in detestable brown bread .
Also, I don’t think that Ms Parsons, formerly Ms Burton, is in today. She’s my main IT teacher and she wasn’t in the lesson today. Oh, and before I forget, there was another fire bell today which left us only about 20 minutes of the second IT lesson. Always during IT now, it was English before (Which is why we’re so far behind with the changeling). Oh well, can’t be helped now.

Bluebiird out.