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Oh well. I’m posting now, and that’s what matters.
If anyone’s interested, Bruna seems OK with me now. d ^_^ b
I had a piano lesson today too. Various singing/school exams have sort of made piano take a backseat, but it’s awwwwright. Jacqueline, my piano teacher, is Armenian. She’s going to see her siblings-in-law during the half term in Syria: I made a comment about how it hot it was going to be and apparently it’s going to be a solid 35 degrees C at the very least.
Funny thing is I’ve never spent anything longer than half a day in a really hot country. I went to Egypt once with my family (es war super/il a été super-chouettes/it was thuper!), and that’s it. Cold countries I’ve been to. Iceland can get pretty nasty, and I’m pretty sure I’ve ran around outside in -10 C at least.
Funny, that.
Me, Anthony (who is Mr. English/Languages/Humanities: me and him are often neck-and-neck in many of those subjects) and some other guise did a creative writing special lesson thing today. Me and Anthony were in a team decipering those word problem; e.g. HO ROB OD is ROB-IN-HOOD, YOU JUST ME is JUST BETWEEN YOU AND ME etc. We won by quite a large margin.
We worked on this poem called ‘Kid’. It was supposed to be as if Robin was saying it about Batman, and it was pretty good, methinks. A bit too “ooh, look at me, the sentence goes over the line, OOooOo!”, actually.
Parents needd me for sum reason sorry bai
I’m back, and I had to lay the table and such and eat the meal. My neighbours were round for some reason, and the only daughter and child of the family was talking about a twenty-year-old “making out” with a newborn baby and the baby being sick in the twenty-year-old’s mouth.
I left.
