A Curious Girl: Parents' evening

Diggers (sorry, Digby R) and Andrew A are about to announce our upcoming engagement. At least, it seemed that way. Yesterday I didn't hand in my Wife of Bath work, and I told Diggers I'd hand it in this morning, which I did, as I'd be going to parents' evening and I wanted to stare him out!! Chris nudged me and said "You're not meant to tell him that!" But this afternoon Digby R. said I always handed my homework in on time and I nearly cracked up. He took me seriously? I couldn't say anything at the time, but in the face of the evidence it was quite amusing. Maybe he meant I always handed it in, full stop? (period) Maybe he'd confused me with someone else. Andrew A. said I knew Arcadia and the Guterson novel better than he did, which was rather touching. I told them I wanted to be a teacher. Diggers said I should be an English teacher, it's the best job. I told them I was probably going to do primary. Andrew A. asked me what I was going to do with my brain.

That remark is still reverberating around in my mind. He'd be interested to know about the Unfinished Novel, although fantasy is not his thing. As fantasy goes, though, the Unfinished Novel (Henceforth referred to as the UN) would definitly appeal to him more than Eddings as it's more everyday. Mum said I should keep up with English, and Andrew A. (or Dr A. II, as he is usually referred to in my planner) thought that I should do four A-levels and then if it became too much, to drop one. Mum reckons Psychology, and although I'm not nutty for following my parents' decisions, it probably will be, fun though psych is. It gives me doubt in my own free will, and the ironic thing is, I also know that people with a sense of free will cope with stress better.

Chris T. told Mum practically everything required of me in the upcoming exam, and Mum ended up talking for aaages about time requirements. Oh deadly exciting. (In psych today we also discovered that Chris T. has dancing lessons up in London - something between the jive and the jitterbug, she said. She is full of surprises!) Chris T. had the most practical approach; she said probably what most parents actually want to know. John E. mainly talked for chemistry, with Dr. C pitching in every now and again. He focused mainly on what needs improving (organisation, he said. I knew I should have put chem second or something as opposed to first, ol' primacy recency had its way, and Mum remembered that remark for the entire time we were there). He said I got about 80% on the practice paper. Phew!

Ian B and Judith L said my homework was concise but lacked detail. Mum told them that Clive ought to help me. She is embarrassing. Chris T later said I like to write a lot which I found fairly hilarious. We didn't see Darren E., which is OK because he usually can't even remember who I am.

Ah well. So, decisions, decisions, decisions.

Do I put my name down to be a prefect?

Do I take four A-levels?

Do I drop psychology?

What do I teach, if anything at all?

You have twelve minutes. You are advised to spend three minutes on each question. Write clearly, concisely, and give detail. Do not start until the examiner tells you to. Correction fluids are forbidden.

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