Snowprints in the Sand

So the greenaway sent all the gay squad people a message on friday telling us to come to school on weds at 8:30am bc receiving LGBT campaigning certificates and the ppl performing need to rehearse in The drama studio  LITTLE DID I KNOW IAN MCKELLEN AKA GANDALF THE GREY AKA GANDALF THE WHITE WOULD BE SIGNING OUR CERTIFICATES AND MEETING US AND SPEAKING TO US  Also happy birthday to Ian Mckellen he's 76 today!! The Greenaway arrived just after 9am and it was nice because the first thing she said upon entering was 'Hi Raf!!' probs as I was the only person not performing plus the only year 12 who'd turned up so early :-) after revealing Sir Ian's impending forthcoming she asked me to clean the whiteboards for him. One felt v privileged that she bestowed me with this honour; however, I really don't think this benevolent human rights activist would be so superficial to judge our institution on such superficial ephemeral markings  ?¿ The mythological ru...

So Monday was lovely bcus I spent the whole morning revising with Elliott before psychology <3 The librarian came FULL SASS mode no mitigation rendering the room silent with her contempt at all the reb year 12s talking and legit I was just fragmenting in my burdensome irrepressible nervous laughter and she thought it was elliott lol how does she not know the fragmented mosaic that is my what I call laughter. Lol I should write a poem about the abhorrence of my laugh let's give it a go: The Haw A mosaic of pointillism Fragmented as a kaleidoscope that shatters as an abrasive caress that peels the flesh of an unripe lemon who, in retaliation, squirts its superficial juices onto your up-curling lashes so it slowly acidifies the fragile fragments seeping through to dissolve the lens of your retina So that this lemon can die a jaundice lime. -- Also do u like how the structure gradually becomes more fragmented like my laugh does the longer it goes on okay l...

why the man who lost his son comes here only in bad weather when he can lean full tilt on the wind's shoulder That its not matter that matters but the shadows they throw against the lives of others (just a deep extract from skirrid hill omg can't wait to finish my lit exam and give my anthology to georgerai thus imbuing him with some life altering metaphysics) and why Sia choses to masquerade her face For there is no greater power than covert glory I was watching an interview (as you do when you've only like a day until the most important exam of your life so far) and Sia said she was in a store and her song was playing; people saw her but no one said anything and it felt so good Imagine the power!!! Knowing everyone loves you but no one knows you Like Walter White: no one would believe he was Heisenberg, but he knew he was the best methamphetamine manufacturer in the world <3 this is true power I hate people seem to know me but I don't know anyone...

okay sorry if the last blog was sad thus to recompense one will provide a vignette of the recent benevolence despite the rife of malevolence in the abhorrence of this life On Wednesday it was the last mr chew english lesson with elliott which he was rudely v happy about but it was fun bcus when mr chew went out michael accidentally called me and elliott answered and immediately got scared lol also we took lots of slow mo videos and it elicited much poignancy, wishing that lesson could go slow mo because of all the lessons all year, this was the one lesson I didn't want to end :'( Upon Elliott's revelation to Mr Chew that this would be his last lesson with him, I kept my eyes down, partly in denial, partly to quarantine myself from mr chew's uplifting fake crying haha. His response consisted of 'Raf who are you gonna buddy up with then??' to which I replied 'Im not Ill just be on my own all year :((' thankfully we've still got a lesson with browni...