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I woke up this morning to find a very angry wasp in my room, buzzing around angrily behind my curtains. At first, I'd thought the noise was just in my dream (I was attacked by a large and very aggressive Daddy Long-Legs while looking over plans for a new hospital) but eventually I awoke and realised that the danger...was real!!
It was a big wasp too. I think that if it had come down to a fight, I probably would have come out the winner in the end, but I really didn't want it to go that far.
After heroically calling on my mum to waft the monster back out the window with a book, I relaxed back into bed and listened to some music. When Johnny Cash's cover of 'We'll Meet Again' came on, it reminded me of this VE Day party we had at primary school, when I was 8 years old. We had to come dressed in costumes of the war period, so I came as some sort of soldier, with a hat made from paper that my dad had folded to make it look like the one this fellow's sporting:
Nice, I know.
Anyways, as we moved from our classrooms to the playground to sit and celebrate the war finally being over by eating budget price biscuits and drinking squash, an alpha-dog student from another class, with a hat far superior to my own (a very proper looking Military Police helmet), loudly berated my own paper hat, to what seemed at the time to be a very large group of people's amusement. Feeling dejected and unauthentic in my head-wear, I sat down silently and cried my tears into a pink wafer.
A lot of people didn't like me at primary school, and I have no idea why. It was all the people that had never spoken to me that seemed to really dislike me as well. What were they basing their judgements on? I still don't know to this day. Another example of this apparantly inate hatred for me came in my last year at the school, when I was queuing for lunch. One of my friends came over and asked the girl behind me if it was alright for him to join the que in front of her, so we could have a conversation while we waited. She looked at him and then sneered at me and said "Well, I'd rather stand next to you than him!"
Yeah? Well, fuck you, bitch. I hope you choked on your cake and custard.
It was a big wasp too. I think that if it had come down to a fight, I probably would have come out the winner in the end, but I really didn't want it to go that far.
After heroically calling on my mum to waft the monster back out the window with a book, I relaxed back into bed and listened to some music. When Johnny Cash's cover of 'We'll Meet Again' came on, it reminded me of this VE Day party we had at primary school, when I was 8 years old. We had to come dressed in costumes of the war period, so I came as some sort of soldier, with a hat made from paper that my dad had folded to make it look like the one this fellow's sporting:
Nice, I know.
Anyways, as we moved from our classrooms to the playground to sit and celebrate the war finally being over by eating budget price biscuits and drinking squash, an alpha-dog student from another class, with a hat far superior to my own (a very proper looking Military Police helmet), loudly berated my own paper hat, to what seemed at the time to be a very large group of people's amusement. Feeling dejected and unauthentic in my head-wear, I sat down silently and cried my tears into a pink wafer.
A lot of people didn't like me at primary school, and I have no idea why. It was all the people that had never spoken to me that seemed to really dislike me as well. What were they basing their judgements on? I still don't know to this day. Another example of this apparantly inate hatred for me came in my last year at the school, when I was queuing for lunch. One of my friends came over and asked the girl behind me if it was alright for him to join the que in front of her, so we could have a conversation while we waited. She looked at him and then sneered at me and said "Well, I'd rather stand next to you than him!"
Yeah? Well, fuck you, bitch. I hope you choked on your cake and custard.