Well. Econs essay got the most spectacular mark I've ever received in my essay so far. Lit journals remain productively unfinished. Econs graphs can very cheerfully go and screw themselves in the depth of hell, and, hopefully, off the syllabus. Because I've no inclination towards purchasing graph paper of any sort. And there remains the issue of payment for the econs trip, which is going to chase me off into the pretty sparkling world of depression over my bank account.

My to-do list grows. Exponentially. And the mention of to-do lists always tempt me to relate to-do with mel and gen in a masochistic attempt to get my head bashed in by a netball and a bat. So I shall, despite all accounts of having as much self-preservation instincts as a suicidal lemming, refrain from mentioning to-do lists.

And, most interestingly enough, I'll now announce a matter of mind-blowing, ginormic proportions that served to confound my whole class for a full fifteen minutes. Lord knows how much longer it'll have taken had 1b the misfortune of containing twenty people on the class list.

Big Mac waved very single-fingeredly at us, I announce grandly and with lots of hand gestures for emphasis.

Granted, we were singing Part of your World from Disney's The Little Mermaid at indecent levels in our class while he was teaching next door, but I highly doubt that he heard suet's suggestive rendition of it, so I conclude that our song didn't really garner such a reaction.

And granted, he was really wagging a finger at us, but it's such a dubious choice of fingers that it left us entertaining ourselves by imitating him for the better part of five minutes.

Our high-ness probably started early in the morning when reevesie announced in tones of disbelief that our school wanted us to do a class show-and-tell session to showcase our emotional intelligence, together with flashing numbers at him using our fingers in accordance to a civics worksheet that sounds suspiciously as though it had been ripped off from a nursery workbook, I say.