A quickie

"Oh God, I'm so unhappy."

"Why?"

"Because you don't have to go to school anymore and I do. And I've been rejected."

"I don't think it's really that bad -"

"Oh no. No no. It is. And Patrick Dempsey is 40! Forty! So I'll never be able to marry him..."

- Ah, to be sixteen with nothing to do...

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The days are now long and gloriously hot and sticky; most afternoons are now spent either flat-out in the garden or impishly insulting erstwhile colleagues at various cricket greens. Now I remember why the summer is so much fun, in spite of the exam chaos and feelings of inadequacy that you weren't able to identify all that was said on the French speaking exam.

I was at St. Joes, in the company of Una, whilst she tested me on the Cold War; I think that was an exam I did alright in. Though it was hard to concentrate on the revision with Ben desperately trying to behead someone with his slog-sweeps ("Mind the bloody hire car!") and trying to avoid Hunny's irritating brother (who is slightly older and therefore thinks he is in charge of me). But I did it.

Oh, it is so, so hot. So hot, in fact that I can no longer type sensible sentences.

So I will finishe up with the quotes that have summed up the week - so much easier to do than coherent description:

1) "Woah, dude. That's a load of algebra."

- The man with the mahogany tan (all natural), Will.

2) "Monty! Monty! Monty!"

- Because who doesn't love an underdog?

3) "Oh crap. I'm gonna fail, aren't I?"

-Kat, on the prospect of facing a History exam.

4) "Well, it's hard. Loads of people will fail it."

- I've never been very good at sympathy.