I am going to Slough tonight to see my Grandma (and my lovely family :roll:) so I will have to write this entry now during my free period. To my left Coppelia is moaning (now is that any surprise?) and Rachel (or dark vixen as she calls herself) was giving me dark looks (although she told me that was just the way she is, dark looks from a dark girl).
I'm revising all about the Nazis for History in depth. I have been doing this for several hours now because my lessons have been cancelled for us to do revision instead. When I went to History earlier, not even Mrs. Cottier came. Now that didn't worry me as it has happened before when I went to a General Studies lesson where not even the teacher or any other of the pupils came. I waited for ages alone in the dark before realising I had gone to the wrong lesson.
Coppelia has just put her freezing cold hand on my arm. I don't know how her hand is so cold as she's been in the library for about 10 hours! It is really cold in here, I think the heating's off. Well I wouldn't put it pass Mr. Croft, anything to save money in order to pump it into the sports department. Seriously, though, the curtains in my English department are falling apart and we can't actually open the windows (leading to much faintness during the summer, body odour and lack of air: not a good combination)

Teacher: So who can tell me what techniques Carter used in this story?
Class puts their hands up, exposure of armpits

I've just realised I've gone off on some kind of rant there that has absolutely nothing to do with what I was talking about. Except that the school now has a really big sports centre whilst all our facilities are falling apart.