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I've been procrastinating blogging ever since I got home, but only a few seconds ago did I manage to convince myself that once I start I'll be able to get myself into the 'zone', and thusly would end up with a reasonably sized blog post.

I don't care what Kate says, I'm going to write long blog post. I don't particularly care if no-one reads them, because I blog more for me. After all, to have lots of people reading your blog is fine, but to have a popular blog seems rather odd, at least for me. Perhaps it is because I write this like it's a virtual diary and write my inner most thoughts in here.

But today was more fun than it should have been.

I had form time, in which my options for socialising were Izzie, April, Felicity and Karolina, who doesn't speak English. So, I read HBP the whole time, and didn't care, because the only person I remotely like out those people are Felicity, who is painfully shy and doesn't speak even if spoken to.

But for reels, I mean, no friends really in most lessons. I had French first, without Lauren, but that was okay because we were watching 'La Vie en Rose'; the film about Edith Piaf's life starring Marion Cottilliard? No, it's Cotillard. Oh, and apparently she won an Oscar for her performance in film, which I am glad, because she is very scary as Edith, which I expect she must have been in real life, because from what I can gather, she was oddly bi-polar and had very swift and sharp mood changes.

Secondly, I had German, without Sophie or Tabby, but we were put in groups selected by the teacher, so it wasn't so awkward really. I got to sit with Dan Hilliard, who really amuses me for some reason. Everything he said I practically was rolling on the floor wetting myself laughing from.

Then break, in which I talked to Jacob for the whole time, discussing Harry Potter, Pokemon and how shoujo manga is actually cool, stfu Raven.

The third lesson, Science. This was probably the longest lesson and the one I liked the least, for Kate wasn't there and because I do. Not. Get. Waves. I seriously dislike Physics and cannot wait for the possibility for me to drop it. Science is not for me, unless it's Chemistry, because that slightly interests me, but not enough to want to do it for another year or so.

Fourth lesson, English. We read 'Frankenstein' while I read ahead but listened when the teacher paused to point this out so I could take notes. I also read HBP at some times, and my teacher praised me for managing to get the work done. I mean, it wasn't hard: find quotes that relate to how Mary Shelley is trying to portray how humans need other human contact to survive and how the pursuit of knowledge is dangerous, because those are the main points of the novel.

I'm actually rather liking reading 'Frankenstein' because Mary Shelley's point are very interesting. She's very into the whole idea that there's more to being human than just bones and muscles, and that we have a soul, and that soul depends on the love and nurturing of other humans. It's also interesting learning about her life and seeing how it could have affected why and how she wrote certain things in the books. Such as, how she shows the creature as an outcast, possibly reflecting on how she felt when she ran off with a married man when she was only sixteen, and was shunned by her family.

I swear I don't know how a lot of the people in my class are in set one. I mean, they looked at 'Frankenstein' and said it was 'massive'. Really? I felt like taking out my copy of HBP to show them what a big book was. And it made me face palm how they really don't get how it can switch from present and go to past. It doesn't click for them.

But even so, I had Leah.

Then break again, in which I waltzed into my Maths teacher's room and asked him to help me with my homework.

So we sat down, and he re-explained significant figures to me, meaning I could correct my answers, and he helped me figure out some of the trig and pythag questions. Some that the trainee teachers set were so hard, he couldn't do it, which reassured me that I'm not going stupid all of a sudden.

Because I'm good at Maths. I like Maths a lot. A lot of people hate it and can't wait to drop it, and I don't know if I'll take it for A-Level, but it's one of those subjects I'll miss and can't really imagine not doing at school. The same with English.

My teacher asked me if I was considering AL Maths, and I said, that yes, yes I had. I told him I wasn't sure yet, because a girl two years older than me said that she loved GCSE Maths, but hates A Level, and regrets it so, but that I like Maths either way.

He smiled and said that yes, it is much harder, but that the way I set out my work is perfect for A Level Maths, which made me kind of happy. I mean, not much of a compliment, but he's told me that before and I think he genuinely means it.

But it was a productive way to spend my break.

R.E. was last, and I talked to Lucy Jaffa for most of it, and we discussed the Bible and stuff, which is always interesting to learn, even if I think of it as fiction and believe less than I believe that HP is real.

Still, going to go now,

Always,

Melanie.