As you can tell, I'm ill. Yesterday my head was going blank and I was ridiculously tired, and now I've got a temperature of 37.7oC [down 0.4 from earlier!]. So basically, I left school early and have spent most of the last six hours in bed. Where I belong with my lurgy.
However - bizarrely - I've still had a pretty good day. We had the panto [not as good as previous ones, but still amusing - also, the fact it wasn't as good was probably senior management's fault for sticking us with the year 7s... NUFF SAID] AND it was discovered that, thankfully, no Polish conmen had foxed Ms Knight out of her money. Thank God. So here comes the magazine. Happy days!
Also, I am a "vocabulary queen" in Latin, despite having spent the entire lesson spluttering and wheezing [amo... a*COUGHCOUGHCHOKE*mas... ama*BLEHWHEEZEWHEEZE*t... etc etc], and found out I'm predicted an A in History AS. *cheers excitedly.
As usual, however, worries plague my fuddled head. What if I'm too ill to go to the football and/or the Judd Ball? No!! I've been planning my entire future around these!! I'm hoping and praying and crossing everything that it's possible to cross that I'll be ok by Saturday.
Jen
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