Herein lies a big long rant about homework, with a surprise twist ending

I'm at that really annoying point in a cold where the problem is less about an occasionally dripping or blocked up nose and more about the fact that said nose hurts like hell because you've been rubbing it with a tissue every five minutes for days on end.


Hmmm. I got distracted by Worse Than Failure again, as well as checking TV Tropes. Which means it's now half past eleven and I've got practically nothing written. Also, I've not done my Computing homework. On the bright side, I have an excuse. I mentioned a while back a sheet that pretty much everyone had lost, in our class of four. By some mad panicking and scannicking, we managed to get copies and more or less get it done.

Well, we got the bit we needed to do done, anyway. There were some more questions that were due for today for half the class and tomorrow for Sam and I (who don't have Computing on Mondays, due to a scheduling problem), that came from the same set of sheets.

Picture the scene. Most of my Physics class is sitting in the study room, madly scrambling to get a piece of homework finished. All the non-Physics people are alternating between laughing at us and having stuff thrown at them. Potter and Jimerson, the other half of the AH Computing quartet, were among them. Then Sam casually asked Potter if he had done the Computing homework that we both knew we would have to do for Tuesday. Jimerson, standing nearby, overheard.

Is it possible to get two priceless looks for the price of one?

Someone, somehow, dug out a copy of the sheets, with ten minutes to go. Those ten minutes were spent in two ways – either doing the newly discovered homework or playing with a toy drum McDonalds toy as near to those in the former camp's ears as possible.

I chose to help with the homework and Sam had to give up on his choice after a while, when Potter broke the electronic drumstick in half. They ended up with some half-assed answers and I shall greatly enjoy watching them both squirm even more when we get that homework back.

Well, I would except for the fact that I haven't even done any of the work. I didn't realise until I got back home that I still didn't have the sheets and neither did my only reliable contact, Sam. I'd normally be able to do them in the morning but there's some kind of school trip going on at precisely the time of my free periods, so that's out of the question.

I suppose I can take solace in the fact that the trip is to the town hall of my home town, meaning that I get to sleep in and meet the school bus party when they arrive. Oh, and I get to wear casual clothes on the trip and for the remainder of the day.


Well, I apologise for that big long rant, which I presume made little or no sense, but I can't be bothered proof-reading it. Partly due to time, partly due to tiredness but also due to the fact that I've just realised something rather depressing. This coming Friday is a non-uniform day at school, which is always good fun.

This coming Friday is also the day I have some minor surgery, meaning that I'm barely in at school at all.

Crap.

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I wonder if this means I can get away with paying only £1 instead of the usual £2....