Essays and Crazy Fridays

English essays ought to go to hell. Really they should. I'm so, so, so glad they haven't introduced Controlled Assessment to the English GCSE exam specification yet. Really I have no idea what I would do if we had to write up our essays in exam conditions. And if we only got one draft. On the other hand, I hate coursework. But it's there to be hated, so I don't mind too much.

I was just editing all the "couldn't"s, "wouldn't"s, "shouldn't"s out of my essay, because apparently abbreviations make you look lazy (well nah?!) and you shouldn't use them.

Yesterday night was crazy. For ensemble, 'Senior Flutes' and 'Mezzo Flutes' (I know - ha ha, they used the Italian word for 'middle' as the name for our middle flute group - *rolls eyes*) decided to join up and sightread some pieces together. I'm alright at sightreading so I didn't look like a complete idiot in front of the Senior Flutes!

Then for 'Training Band' we had an informal end of term concert. Bryony got caught talking one too many times, so landed up with the job of introducing the piece and then Hannah (who plays bassoon and is also in choir on Saturday mornings with me) started teaching me the words to one of our songs (that we need to learn by Wednesday). I ended up walking around chanting "practical cats, dramatical cats, pragmatical cats, fanatical cats, oratoracle cats, delphicoracle cats, sceptical cats, dyseptical cats" all night. It would appear that it worked though, I've learnt them! And so have Anthony (one of the other bassoonists), Barney (brother) and probably Stewart (flute, and amazing) and Mark (clarinet, no idea how good he is, probably better than I am at flute).

Anyway, my STUPID, STUPID Product Design work beckons from its folder - we got set waaaay too much.

So, bye xx