I am going into my last year in school, which has started to make me think about what I plan to do when I leave. Princess of Denmark would be difficult, being as I don’t like Denmark and the Denmark castle looks nothing like the one in Cinderella, which was what I had managed to convince myself of. But then again, I assumed the Denmark royal family would also have parties ever night where we always put on sparkly dresses and danced until the clock struck midnight/we woke up/we turned from a human into a mermaid/we turned from a frog into a human. The Danish Princess dream was confused with my Disney Princess dream.
Not that the skills I learn in school would be any good for my desired career. I don’t have a waving class in school, which I know would be needed for Princess-ing. However, I attend a language college, which isn’t much of a language college because there are three languages, French, Spanish and Chinese which we can learn. What about German, Italian and Azerbaijani? I always wanted to learn Azerbaijani. That’s a lie. Until I checked Google translate about thirty seconds ago I had no idea it was a real language. But, I would like to learn German and Italian. That would mean I would be able to tell people on the streets of Spain, France, Germany and Italy all about my family and past holidays.
You see, I thought these things would come in useful. I thought that when I went on an exchange trip to France last year that there would be endless conversations, yet the first thing they said to me I answered with ‘Oui’. Turns out, they were telling me my towels were in my room. When I nodded and said ‘Oui, Merci beaucoup’, I sort of realised what they were saying. They were speaking in English.
For a week, I was basically mute in front of the host family. After the weekend I spent with them in silence, other than a conversation with my teacher on Saturday and the occasional, ‘merci’, I said nothing. When I finally found those English speakers on the Monday morning, I was so excited to finally say something that I just started shouting at them. I swear, my throat vanished that morning. Then it was back when I was shopping.
Anyhow, I have completely gone off the subject I started with. School. I don’t find it pointless and I do enjoy in, but there is the occasional thing that annoys you. For example, Niamh isn’t a full time student. She isn’t even a part-time student. She is barely a student. She does three lessons. History, which is pointless her doing because she knows everything anyway, and thanks to her need to share everything, so do I. She also does Sociology, which I would comment on but I don’t know what it is. The last one I didn’t catch, because I was watching How I Met Your Mother at the same time, but I am sure it is something she knows all about anyway. Niamh feels the need to inform me, after what has felt like a particularly long day that she only had one lesson. She has been watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch all day. She got to go to bed. She didn’t have to get up before the sun to iron her skirt. I envy that one sometimes.
Ciarra, the baby of the family and the last to go to ‘big school’, has had to work to get rid of the reputation me and Niamh may or may not have put on the good Wenham name. Ciarra is the ideal student. She is on time and she comes completely prepared. She listens and does all her work on time and she is what teachers pray they will be blessed with. Ciarra is like Blair from Gossip Girl. She is like Bonnie from Vampire Diaries. She is like the one from Home Alone. That last one has nothing to do with school, but she is like that. I swear. Where was I? Oh yeah – Ciarra in school. Me and Niamh were a little less than ‘amazing’ students. Niamh is too opinionated and argumentative. She was nasty and shouting at everyone. She spoke back to teachers. I simply, spoke. All the time.
So Ciarra, one of the most well behaved students in the history of the world, was going into High School with the worst possible opinions of the little angel.
While I was writing this, I should have been doing homework, so I suppose I should say goodbye here and get back on with writing about Osmosis or something.
Toodle-loo
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