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past
(I've translated the 'grades'. I'm not American, you silly people!)
(Oh, and I got rather carried away with this. Oh well.)
Reception class teacher's name - Miss Collett. (I untied her shoelaces when she came to see us at nursery. I couldn't tie them back up, because I couldn't tie shoelaces back then. This was the start of a not-so-wonderful relationship, where I spent most of my time devouring the entire 'infants library' and demanding access to the 'junior library', and playing with beads while she read The Big Book at us.)
Y1 teacher's name - Mrs Honey. (I actually had quite a good time in her class. I took the chair next to the computer (an ancient BBC thing) and listened to the teachers being trained how to use it, so I knew how to get out of the programs and into the various 'teacher modes' within them. I think this was also the year that we had a whole term with the topic 'The Bong Tree', from a book - I wrote *stories* about that. It cracks me up every time I look at it now - especially the one about the 'kissy kissy bong tree' and the 'huggy huggy bong tree'. *dies*.)
Y2 teacher's name - Mrs Ashfield. This year we were in the first demountable. There was lots of K'Nex and Lego and stuff scattered around the classroom, which was good. The other thing I remember about this year was forgetting my knickers at the swimming pool.
Y3 teacher's name - Mrs Dixon. She was *lovely*. Helped me a lot with my handwriting - this was the year where I had to show I could do handwriting practice and get my ink pen before I could move up a year. I might have ended up put back a year (stupid idiotic school measuring intelligence by handwriting) if it hadn't been for her tireless patience. She died of lung cancer when I was in Y5.
Y4 teacher's name - Mr Majendie. He was... fun. He made me write out the dictionary definition of 'stop' when I didn't stop in PE class when he said. He also made people who were naughty sit by his feet and take his shoes off. When I left the school he wrote on my jumper 'Don't forget the bits that carry the brain around!'. He is the only PE teacher I've ever gotten on with. (This may have something to do with all the others being female.) He let girls play rugby and football, and boys play netball and hockey. He left the year I did, though.
Y5 teacher's name - Mrs Blomfield. She's one of the teachers that had also taught my mother (so had Mrs Ashfield and Mrs Honey, I think). I can't actually remember that much from Y5, except that it was the first year we were in sets for Maths and I was in the top set with half a dozen Y6 people. (Thankfully they did recognise ability in maths as being distinct from being able to do mental arithmatic, although we did have mental arithmatic tests.) I think this was also the year they built the Adventure Playground. She's remarried now - I found out that the last time I went back to help out at the school - she's Mrs Gunn.
Y6 teacher's name - Mrs Hammond. (She'd also taught my mother as well. She was the one I always went back to help. She was a wonderful lady, highly intelligent, loved working with children, always had a smile on her face, always had that little extra patience. She bought me new maths books. When the headteacher, Miss Roper / Miss Welch (she got married while I was there) got very ill, she took over as acting headmistress. She died last year some time - peacefully, in her sleep. I know she's in Heaven now, but I still feel a little sad.)
last words spoken - "Ahh, that'll feed a hungry Chessypig until a decent time for lunch, like 12:30" (to myself, about the Rocky bar I filched from the chocolate cupboard).
last song sung - I actually don't know. I sing so many in my head and randomly out loud that it's hard to keep track.
present
in cd player - one of them's empty, one of them had Brood War in. I use MP3s for music. not that I'm playing any anyway.
on feet - socks. I was wearing trainers earlier 'cos of the driving lesson.
under bed - my bed does have drawers, but they're empty, and it rests right against the ground. I suspect there's a thriving civilisation of very flat but humongous dust puppies (my dad calles them 'dust rhinos', they're so big sometimes) under there, however, held together by my hair.
time you got up - 7:30am, in fact. My driving lesson started at 9am.
time it is now - 12:27. Almost lunchtime.
future
you want to go to - Heaven. Apart from that, I'm not sure.
ideal job - One where my collegues are interesting.
probable job - Sitting in a cubicle growling at people and coding.
you want to live (place) - God's Kingdom. (Yes, I know it sounds horribly cliche'd and everything. But I can't think of an *actual* place I'm particularly bothered about/attached to.)
number of children you want - If I ever have any, I think one will do. After all, if they turn out anything like me they'd absolutely loathe having siblings.
kind of car - Rover 100. They're boxy, they're cheap, and they get you from A to B.
current
mood - Blank.
music - None. I'm in a silent kind of mood. The tappity-tap-tap of fingers hitting a keyboard.
taste - Remnants of a Caramel Rocky.
hair - Pathetic rough ponytail which desperately needs re-doing. Bright blue hairband and scrunchie.
attire - greyblue 'jumper' (glorified long-sleeved t-shirt) over midblue t-shirt which is *way* too small. My favourite jeans, which are blue 'urban camoflage' (i.e. look like they've had half a ton of blue and black dye emptied on them at random. one day I'm going to learn how to make these things look decent, and hence not have to buy things that are trying desperately to look home-made, which is sad and tacky.)
annoyance - Nothing, really.
smell - I've long since grown habituated to any smell that might be present in this room.
longing - I don't have any of that right now. This comes as something of a disappointment.
desktop image - I'm not sure. Let me check. Ah yes, it's just plain dark blue at the moment - I never did replace the dragons.
fav. music artist - Just one? Depends on my mood! Right now, it's 'Michelle's Fingers' with 'Tappity tap tap'.
toenail color - Uhm, kind of pink-beige. The ends are white. (i.e. unpainted. there is no point to me painting my toenails. firstly they're ugly anyway, and secondly I don't have any open-toe shoes, and my parents freak out if I go around barefoot too much.)
crush - I feel like I'm being crushed. Slowly. By the air around me. But I'm too lethargic to do anything about it. Does that count?
(I've translated the 'grades'. I'm not American, you silly people!)
(Oh, and I got rather carried away with this. Oh well.)
Reception class teacher's name - Miss Collett. (I untied her shoelaces when she came to see us at nursery. I couldn't tie them back up, because I couldn't tie shoelaces back then. This was the start of a not-so-wonderful relationship, where I spent most of my time devouring the entire 'infants library' and demanding access to the 'junior library', and playing with beads while she read The Big Book at us.)
Y1 teacher's name - Mrs Honey. (I actually had quite a good time in her class. I took the chair next to the computer (an ancient BBC thing) and listened to the teachers being trained how to use it, so I knew how to get out of the programs and into the various 'teacher modes' within them. I think this was also the year that we had a whole term with the topic 'The Bong Tree', from a book - I wrote *stories* about that. It cracks me up every time I look at it now - especially the one about the 'kissy kissy bong tree' and the 'huggy huggy bong tree'. *dies*.)
Y2 teacher's name - Mrs Ashfield. This year we were in the first demountable. There was lots of K'Nex and Lego and stuff scattered around the classroom, which was good. The other thing I remember about this year was forgetting my knickers at the swimming pool.
Y3 teacher's name - Mrs Dixon. She was *lovely*. Helped me a lot with my handwriting - this was the year where I had to show I could do handwriting practice and get my ink pen before I could move up a year. I might have ended up put back a year (stupid idiotic school measuring intelligence by handwriting) if it hadn't been for her tireless patience. She died of lung cancer when I was in Y5.
Y4 teacher's name - Mr Majendie. He was... fun. He made me write out the dictionary definition of 'stop' when I didn't stop in PE class when he said. He also made people who were naughty sit by his feet and take his shoes off. When I left the school he wrote on my jumper 'Don't forget the bits that carry the brain around!'. He is the only PE teacher I've ever gotten on with. (This may have something to do with all the others being female.) He let girls play rugby and football, and boys play netball and hockey. He left the year I did, though.
Y5 teacher's name - Mrs Blomfield. She's one of the teachers that had also taught my mother (so had Mrs Ashfield and Mrs Honey, I think). I can't actually remember that much from Y5, except that it was the first year we were in sets for Maths and I was in the top set with half a dozen Y6 people. (Thankfully they did recognise ability in maths as being distinct from being able to do mental arithmatic, although we did have mental arithmatic tests.) I think this was also the year they built the Adventure Playground. She's remarried now - I found out that the last time I went back to help out at the school - she's Mrs Gunn.
Y6 teacher's name - Mrs Hammond. (She'd also taught my mother as well. She was the one I always went back to help. She was a wonderful lady, highly intelligent, loved working with children, always had a smile on her face, always had that little extra patience. She bought me new maths books. When the headteacher, Miss Roper / Miss Welch (she got married while I was there) got very ill, she took over as acting headmistress. She died last year some time - peacefully, in her sleep. I know she's in Heaven now, but I still feel a little sad.)
last words spoken - "Ahh, that'll feed a hungry Chessypig until a decent time for lunch, like 12:30" (to myself, about the Rocky bar I filched from the chocolate cupboard).
last song sung - I actually don't know. I sing so many in my head and randomly out loud that it's hard to keep track.
present
in cd player - one of them's empty, one of them had Brood War in. I use MP3s for music. not that I'm playing any anyway.
on feet - socks. I was wearing trainers earlier 'cos of the driving lesson.
under bed - my bed does have drawers, but they're empty, and it rests right against the ground. I suspect there's a thriving civilisation of very flat but humongous dust puppies (my dad calles them 'dust rhinos', they're so big sometimes) under there, however, held together by my hair.
time you got up - 7:30am, in fact. My driving lesson started at 9am.
time it is now - 12:27. Almost lunchtime.
future
you want to go to - Heaven. Apart from that, I'm not sure.
ideal job - One where my collegues are interesting.
probable job - Sitting in a cubicle growling at people and coding.
you want to live (place) - God's Kingdom. (Yes, I know it sounds horribly cliche'd and everything. But I can't think of an *actual* place I'm particularly bothered about/attached to.)
number of children you want - If I ever have any, I think one will do. After all, if they turn out anything like me they'd absolutely loathe having siblings.
kind of car - Rover 100. They're boxy, they're cheap, and they get you from A to B.
current
mood - Blank.
music - None. I'm in a silent kind of mood. The tappity-tap-tap of fingers hitting a keyboard.
taste - Remnants of a Caramel Rocky.
hair - Pathetic rough ponytail which desperately needs re-doing. Bright blue hairband and scrunchie.
attire - greyblue 'jumper' (glorified long-sleeved t-shirt) over midblue t-shirt which is *way* too small. My favourite jeans, which are blue 'urban camoflage' (i.e. look like they've had half a ton of blue and black dye emptied on them at random. one day I'm going to learn how to make these things look decent, and hence not have to buy things that are trying desperately to look home-made, which is sad and tacky.)
annoyance - Nothing, really.
smell - I've long since grown habituated to any smell that might be present in this room.
longing - I don't have any of that right now. This comes as something of a disappointment.
desktop image - I'm not sure. Let me check. Ah yes, it's just plain dark blue at the moment - I never did replace the dragons.
fav. music artist - Just one? Depends on my mood! Right now, it's 'Michelle's Fingers' with 'Tappity tap tap'.
toenail color - Uhm, kind of pink-beige. The ends are white. (i.e. unpainted. there is no point to me painting my toenails. firstly they're ugly anyway, and secondly I don't have any open-toe shoes, and my parents freak out if I go around barefoot too much.)
crush - I feel like I'm being crushed. Slowly. By the air around me. But I'm too lethargic to do anything about it. Does that count?
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Date: 2002-06-12 07:35 am (UTC)From:How'd drving go?:) *should get round to getting own provisional licence*
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