Adventures in multi-culturalism
Jun. 25th, 2005 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolDespite all expectations, I may well have passed media. I spent the rest of my morning bullying myself into learning and also eating a rather nice baked potato. There was a moment of blind panic when I got into the exam room as my media teacher is INCOMPETENT. We have cover sheets for this exam, photocopied from January. They are dated as Januray, despite being signed for the new exam. Panicked. Much of class did too. Fortunately, it was all sorted out in time for the exam.
Which I suspect I did okay in, other than the fact at one point I thought I was going to die and also had to scarper to the loo at one point. I re-wrote too much of my conclusion, but it was better, as I felt Inspired. So... yes, that exam was okay, other than the fact that I thought my hand was going to fall off. There was much in the way of jubilation afterwards, though. "WE'VE FINISHED MEDIA!"
One bus journey home later, I approached Ormskirk with confusion. I live in a tiny little market town in the North-West that is famous for a church with a steeple and a town, Vikings, having a market and gingerbread, more recently potatoes. For some reason, we are having an international market week. (Except for REAL market days because the local market traders would probably eat them.) Friday was France Day, and on the way home, Jess, me and Day decided to go wandering around the pretty market. They were even real French people. Okay, that sounds stupid, allow me to explain. I was expecting, frankly, pasty English people to run these stalls, crying in a thick Wigan accent: "Come taste f'cheese!" or something similiar. Yet it was not so. Instead, these were people from France, who shouted a lot in French. I have qualifications in French, you know. Grade B at GCSE and everything. It's all disappeared, though. Someone offered me cheese (I think, she was definitely pushing cheese towards me) and I managed to stammer out "Je n'aime pas la fromage!" which is probably so horribly and awfully grammatically incorrect, and due to some weird teaching of French, it had a distinct sound of Scouse about it. Argh.
I then bought Clare something I've been meaning to for ages, because I am a sweet girlfriend, deep down, and watched an argument develop between Jess and Day.
"You've not brought me [the plural name of the item]. Ever."
"I'm skint!"
"So's Colleen. How come the lesbian couple gets [plural name of item]? I know I'M not loved."
I nearly died giggling. We then decided to be really multi-cultural and bought crepes and tried to eat them. Fucking DISASTER. I dropped lemon all over my finger and have blisters. I more or less threw it at Jess, who was shouting "OW! IT HURTS!" and Day then tried to see if the lemon burnt. He's in pain too, now. It was so much fun, though, and entirely random. Although somewhat painful afterwards.
In the evening though, I did more or less nothing except watch Big Brother. Ugh. Am obsessed. And today has been an exciting day of Homebase, yet again. This evening, though, there is no Doctor Who and I am depressed. *sighs* What will I DO?!
In other news, Clare and I have been discussing holiday plans. Need to do this:
1.Time off from work.
2. Buy tankini instead of awful swimming costume you've had since you were about 15
3. Suncream
4. Insurance
5. Form E111
Oh yeah, and BOOK HOLIDAY. There have been scouring of last-minute websites and more importantly, marvelling at the discussion of all-inclusive holidays. Wow. Swish. However, it would probably be cheaper given that the booze would be free.
[ETA: Congratulations to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch and her new nephew! Little Dylan sounds cute.]
[ETA 2: BY GOD!hannahbassill has got married. Between the friends having babiesm going house-hutning and now getting married, I feel very old and somewhat immature because all I'm doing is moving out during term-time and getting the Bog Standard Loan. Gosh. Congratulations to Hannah, obviously.]
~Hathy_Col~
Which I suspect I did okay in, other than the fact at one point I thought I was going to die and also had to scarper to the loo at one point. I re-wrote too much of my conclusion, but it was better, as I felt Inspired. So... yes, that exam was okay, other than the fact that I thought my hand was going to fall off. There was much in the way of jubilation afterwards, though. "WE'VE FINISHED MEDIA!"
One bus journey home later, I approached Ormskirk with confusion. I live in a tiny little market town in the North-West that is famous for a church with a steeple and a town, Vikings, having a market and gingerbread, more recently potatoes. For some reason, we are having an international market week. (Except for REAL market days because the local market traders would probably eat them.) Friday was France Day, and on the way home, Jess, me and Day decided to go wandering around the pretty market. They were even real French people. Okay, that sounds stupid, allow me to explain. I was expecting, frankly, pasty English people to run these stalls, crying in a thick Wigan accent: "Come taste f'cheese!" or something similiar. Yet it was not so. Instead, these were people from France, who shouted a lot in French. I have qualifications in French, you know. Grade B at GCSE and everything. It's all disappeared, though. Someone offered me cheese (I think, she was definitely pushing cheese towards me) and I managed to stammer out "Je n'aime pas la fromage!" which is probably so horribly and awfully grammatically incorrect, and due to some weird teaching of French, it had a distinct sound of Scouse about it. Argh.
I then bought Clare something I've been meaning to for ages, because I am a sweet girlfriend, deep down, and watched an argument develop between Jess and Day.
"You've not brought me [the plural name of the item]. Ever."
"I'm skint!"
"So's Colleen. How come the lesbian couple gets [plural name of item]? I know I'M not loved."
I nearly died giggling. We then decided to be really multi-cultural and bought crepes and tried to eat them. Fucking DISASTER. I dropped lemon all over my finger and have blisters. I more or less threw it at Jess, who was shouting "OW! IT HURTS!" and Day then tried to see if the lemon burnt. He's in pain too, now. It was so much fun, though, and entirely random. Although somewhat painful afterwards.
In the evening though, I did more or less nothing except watch Big Brother. Ugh. Am obsessed. And today has been an exciting day of Homebase, yet again. This evening, though, there is no Doctor Who and I am depressed. *sighs* What will I DO?!
In other news, Clare and I have been discussing holiday plans. Need to do this:
1.
2. Buy tankini instead of awful swimming costume you've had since you were about 15
3. Suncream
4. Insurance
5. Form E111
Oh yeah, and BOOK HOLIDAY. There have been scouring of last-minute websites and more importantly, marvelling at the discussion of all-inclusive holidays. Wow. Swish. However, it would probably be cheaper given that the booze would be free.
[ETA: Congratulations to
flickerswitch and her new nephew! Little Dylan sounds cute.][ETA 2: BY GOD!
hannahbassill has got married. Between the friends having babiesm going house-hutning and now getting married, I feel very old and somewhat immature because all I'm doing is moving out during term-time and getting the Bog Standard Loan. Gosh. Congratulations to Hannah, obviously.]~Hathy_Col~
