A Curious Girl: The wacky, crazy teachers I have

I produced a sickening display to Mr. JE this morning, apologising for the non-arrival of my essay.

Me (plaintively): Was the, er, Curie and Rutherford essay I was doing meant to be in for today?

Mr. E (coolly, almost as if he knows what's coming): Yes, it was.

Me (laughing nervously): Well, I er, haven't got it. Would it possibly be all right if handed it in tomorrow?

Mr. E's face remains completely unchanged as usual. He pauses.

Me: Pleease?

I look at his feet and wonder if I should kiss them. After all, nothing feels below me at this moment.

Mr. E (no change in voice tone whatsoever): All right, hand it in first thing tomorrow morning.

Me (relieved): Oh thank you, I'll hand it in as soon as I come into school.

Now *that* was a disgusting display of meekness. I feel quite ashamed. But I did the essay and I almost managed to enjoy it. I've finished it now.

I must really annoy him. I'm probably far too flighty and whimsical, and a load of other words which sound like they come straight from a Victorian romantic novel. Maybe it's just because I always hand in my work late. *Late*, note that, because usually I do it, I just don't do it on time.

Ah well. Today I had English and managed to muck up practically everything I said. I also had chemistry (surprise surprise) and biology, in which we did more nucleic acids. Nucleic acids are the coolest. I can't believe it took me 11 years of being in school to discover how life actually *works*.

I'm going to 'babysit' Amy and Alex on Saturday. It means I miss another opportunity to get together with Chelle et al. Is the Oast House really such a good idea anyway? I like to stay with my friends but I don't know whether I'd agree with the stuff that goes on there.

Abi borrowed my Bible and now she's complaining about attitudes to homosexuality and rules etc. But it's not just about rules. Rules, help, but mainly it's about love, because love changes things and rules generally don't, if love isn't involved. For more see 'pain and joy', on the 11th of November.

Dr. C phoned up to remind me to bring my slip in for the trip. That woman has far too much time on her hands! Stephen answered the phone, and said, in a perplexed voice, "It's one of your teachers from school."

Where else would a teacher from?

So I took the phone and said, "Hello Dr. C."

I think she found that rather amusing.

So that makes three teachers I have spoken to on the phone... My German teacher when I missed my mock German oral, the headmaster when I wrote on my Biolgy paper, and now this.

It was damn embarrassing talking to the head. Oh, jeez, was it embarrassing! He asked me exactly what I wrote, and I, after fumbling for words, told him.

"Being in Sound Mind, I leave everything to the cat."

Sound mind! I was flipping nuts!

He said, "Right," in a voice that showed no amusement whatsoever. So I got one mark off an A in Biology, evil sadists, and Clive told me not bother appealing.

I'm going now, my typing is keeping Mum awake.

Helen.

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