Standard Back to School Complaining

You know it's the first day back from summer when you take a dozen tries to do your tie.


Ah, first day back at school. It's weird. I can get back into the routine very quickly, it's only another variation on something I've been doing decades, I suppose, but it seems like most of the knowledge I gained last term has left my head.

Well, maybe not so much left as “temporarily hidden away beneath a thick coating of dust”. The odd prod in the right direction seems to be helping me get through things. Our Physics teacher, sensible man that he is, has decided to run through the previous terms stuff for a couple of days rather than spending the rest of the term answering questions about the first topic. Computing should be a matter of flicking through some PowerPoints I had to make last term. Maths is... Maths. I'll deal with it as it comes.

The biggest advantage of Sixth Year is always supposed to be the Common Room, to which we now have access during free periods. For the younger children in the school, this is undoubtedly the holy grail, a place where video games can be played and TV watched while in school. Once you get further up it still sounds like a nice idea. Once you reach Sixth Year and step inside, you discover that it looks crap, is cramped and that the hallowed TVs have a single SCART plug and look like they were pulled off a rubbish heap in the early 90s.

It's nice enough though, and I'm sure I'll learn to live with it until some asshole gets the whole year chucked out by trying to destroy everyone's eardrums with some horrible pop song.

I really can be depressing if I try, can't I? But like I keep saying, I need to stop doing these things late at night. It's not that I get tired, it's more to do with the constant stream of people in and out of my door telling me that I should get to bed, peering out my window at garage doors before declaring that they can't see anything and then asking if I've brushed my teeth. Repeat ad nauseam.

Those three things all quite literally happened immediately after I'd finished typing that.

But away from such topics. I haven't had any time to write more of the fiction that I started last week. I currently need some kind of title for it, as well, since it has long since evolved past what the original title implied. Suggestions on a postcard or in the comments.

I may write more about school tomorrow when I feel I can be bothered and if I don't have too much homework to do.

I have no idea why anyone thought it would be a good idea to do a Joust movie. I'd barely heard of the thing and, reading up on it, it's hardly plot heavy.

For now, I'm going to bed. Because I'm tired. I find that that's a far better reason to go to bed than “because somebody yelled at me”.

Have a nice day.