Good Friday

I saw Zeinab today. I caught up with her properly. I really missed her. Like, she is the person I can tell everything without hesitation. I missed us talking. I felt as if I should message her the other day and I did but she is not Zeinab on social media. She is someone else who will not open up and who will say lol to everything even if it is not funny and she will say she is fine and that she isn't up to much even though she is probably in the midst of yet another family drama. Her house is like a bed and breakfast these days.

Umi messaged me saying good Friday. I am sort of ignoring her messages. Like replying 2 hours after each one is sent. I guess, I feel the need to make her wait as well. She is lucky I even bother to reply, when she never actually turns up. If I treated her with the same manner she treated me though, we might as well just be someone each of us just used to know. I saw Agata. What luck! There was so much to make me not be on the 182 that I was on. That selfish frog is going Poland!!!! :( AGAIN! LAST SUMMER AND NOW THIS ONE!!!

Guess who went to my psychology class today?

No one.

Well sort of.

It was not in a psychology class and we did not have a lesson.

Instead, I went to B206. In case you do not know, it is the science teacher's staff room.

I felt awkward. I was expected to stay in the staff room for a while. I have been in staff rooms before. I had an occasional visit to the one in Copland, when I was doing the Poppy Appeal and when I was collecting money for charity. In the poppy appeal one, all the teachers were staring at me because I had to read out the war poem, Flander's field. I had a party in the English staff room the day before my birthday. It is just that in a staff room, like not the ones I was used to, it was very weird.


There were bits of stuff everywhere. Every teacher had their comfy-ish chair, a computer and a telephone. There were piles and piles of books everywhere and pin boards. It was quite cool - like it was sort of personalized. The teachers put up stuff they wanted. One teacher put up the first page of the metro when Nelson Mandela died.


Some teachers stuff were organised. Like Julie's - her's was all organised into files. Then there was Mike with bits of stuff everywhere. His sort of organised mess. :P He had 5 pairs of glasses. It was so funny. I realized like 20 minutes when he got up to go to the printer, that there was 4 pairs on his table. 3 of which identical. He was wearing one. He had sheets of paper with maths working outs on and there was a plastic fork. He had a pile of text books and papers and a book. Oh and also, overhead headphones. Seriously. Like and I saw him trying to use them. Okay, so he did not put it over his head. No. Instead he sort of put one of them to one of his ears.

He spent like 10 minutes talking about Weigner and then said it was my fault because I asked - I did not; he brought up opera all by himself. He read through my personal statement first draft and asked many questions. Like ones that I struggled to answer. Then he said it was perfect - just that I could not write it in bullet points.

Then I left the college and went to sit on the bench in the park besides it. I was contemplating life. Okay, I did not want to go home. I sat there then saw Xiao and I called her and she could not hear me because she was wearing headphones which I thought at the moment was great, because I did not want any company.

Then Victoria came along and we sat there and talked for like 40 minutes. A lot of people find her to be the B word or rude.

I think she is rude sometimes and can sometimes be annoying because she is like, I am going toilet, follow me, so I am not alone. But, she is not bad at all. She is a good person to talk too.


She was not wearing her usual make up. She looked a bit worn out and tired. We discussed a lot of things such as what Hungary is like. Our parents. Just life, in general.