When in doubt, watch the Christmas present.

We've been back 2 days, and already I'm exhausted and fed up and altogether eurghhhhhh. Yup, the rest of this year looks fun :/

Oh my Todd, I'm such a pessimist, but I blame my darling father for that. Always preparing for the worst. In this sort of weather he goes on what my Mum calls 'snow watch' and gets all anxious and spends half of his time staring out the window and the other half staring at the Met Office website.

Which brings me to another topic. WHY DID WE HAVE TO GO IN TODAY?!?!?! Ohhhhhh.
My brother gets the taxi to his school, and they refused to take him, and my Dad's school rang up at some ridiculous time because all the schools in Northampton had basically shut. In fact, all the surrounding counties ground to a halt apart from little old Leicestershire, grrrrrrrr moan moan moan.

ANYWAY.

So, we're back at the wondrous place they call Lutterworth College. *half hearted cheer*
In fact, today quite a momentous occasion took place period 1, as the graphics crew (or, in fact, just Abbi, Ellen and myself) actually handed in our coursework. All the lessons of pure madness over the past year and a bit spent together; if this was Doctor Who they'd advertise it as the beginning of the end (as they so often do). Gradually through the weeks(and, ha, I mean gradually :P) we built up little folders of 'work' which today we handed in. I'll miss those lessons in June. They're one of the highlights of my week.

In fact, Ellen reminded me today that after we leave year 11, we won't have any lessons together anymore, and we've seen each other pretty much every day since year 7.
Ohh, how times change.

I'd like to dedicate the final part of tonight's moan....erm, i mean blog post, to our favourite Sibelius Shepherd (yes, Abbi, she has a BTEC in shepherding), the wonderful Laura, who is so completely insane and dedicated to the asylum that is the Choir, she's writing out the entire Poulenc (or Plonk) Gloria so we actually know what we're doing. What a STAR.

Laura, post those breakfast time lyrics, you know, the convo between the soprano and alto :D

Gloria in excelsis deo, he come, readers.