Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

As the title says I have murder in mind. My chosen victim? Ms Richards.
I shall start from the beginning.
Usual kind of start, slept in until nearly 7:30 today. Unfortunately, mum had been washing up between 7-7:30 or about that time and had only just fixed her morning vinegar drink (Don’t ask, you don’t want to know). So we were stuck in the living room at about the same time and she moaned about this and that (This is why I try to avoid her in the mornings).
Dad popped in to pick up a photocopy I’d done for him.
Then, just as I was starting to make the fatal mistake of thinking I might be earlier than usual, I couldn’t find my bus pass. We searched for it for ages. I refused to pay for the journey home when I had a perfectly valid bus pass (Trust me, a monthly oyster card is rather costly). Eventually we found it and left about my normal kind of time.
The oh so delightful Ms Oldbat signed me in. She thought my excuse would be my normal “woke up late” But it wasn’t. My excuse was that I’d lost my bus pass and was looking for it. She thought she’d caught me out because she said “you don’t come by bus”. But I said “No but I go home by bus”. Ms Richards came passed around then before I went in. I went upstairs to my usual “lesson” only to find it empty. I sometimes forget there’s an assembly that I try to avoid walking in late to on Mondays. I spent a minute or so trying to relieve the aches on my arms from lugging that bag of printer paper home on Saturday. Then I decided to see if I could sneak to the common room, only to be discovered by Her. She yelled at me to get assembly. So I trailed off. I went quite slowly and paused to warn a year 12 that she may be prowling. I decided it would be best to obey her because she could ask someone if I turned up or not and I’d be in a whole heap of trouble because she is just waiting for an excuse.
I went downstairs and she caught me again and started yelling that I should hurry up and get to assembly etc. I pointed out that I was going to assembly, but she clearly couldn’t comprehend that a student might have used the further set of stairs rather than the ones next to her office to get to the ground floor. Besides, out of the two the further set is closer to the assembly hall. Of course, what the skinny little cow also couldn’t comprehend is that I walk slowly at the best of times. Some people just don’t seem to understand that different people walk at different paces. So she kept ordering me to hurry up and the whole time I was dreaming of smashing her head open with a heavy, blunt object. She said she was “sick to the back teeth of me” A strange sort of expression I think, and I thought “the feeling is mutual”. I stood in that awful “assembly” for about five minutes at the very most. The head was announcing the scores of that crappy house system. The “houses” are all named after sporting stars. How annoying is that! That dumb house system doesn’t even apply to 6th formers.
Oh well. I’m done.

Bluebiird out.