Oh fantastico!
Well this is turning into un día fantastico (for all those non-Spanish speakers that means a great day) However sarcasm is the key.
Had geography, so boring and Inman kept telling everyone to be quiet the whole time, the usual, 'Come on guys! I don't expect this from a year 13 group.' Trying to be all casual and with the in crowd but failing tirelessly.
I made the mistake of asking him what colonialism was and got a five minute non-stop monologue from Inman looking me directly in the eye and not drawing breath once. Then after the whole thing he just asked, 'Is that okay? Do you understand now?' My real answer was no but I felt, 'Yes! Thank You,' was the right thing to say because I didn't fancy another speech in fear of falling asleep halfway through.
The only amusing things in the lesson were laughing with Ciaran cirrypod at Brandon's accent when he was reading out his presentation. He was working with Thrappers who basically read at 100 mph from the sheet in monotone.
Then laughing at the title of Becky's presentation on something like Aid, which she had decided to call 'Will is a penis.' The reason being that Will didn't have any input on the presentation.
We had a room switch next and then Ciaran noticed that himself, Lisa and I were pretty much the only ones in the class that weren't aiming to sleep with someone within the group. I mean Brandon and Thrappers are clearly destined for one another and then Sophy, Jess and Becky clearly fancy the knickers off of Inman.
Ciaran also noticed Inman glancing at Brandon whilst he was reading his presentation. So the gay rumours could well be true.
After the lesson Mr Inman called out, 'Olivia! Can I have a word with you before you go.' Ciaran sort of waited behind a bit but Inman made it obvious he didn't want him in the room and started going, 'Oh sir! Is she in trouble? Has she been bad?'
Inman told him that I wasn't even though it was obvious something was up, so Ciaran left and slyly said, 'Tell me what happens!' Then left to catch up with Nadine who gives him lifts home nowadays.
So I stood. He like stared at me for ages, (a lot at my skirt too for some reason) then sat down infront of his computer, logged on. Still hadn't said a word. At this point I thought he was waiting for an apology or something. Then he invited me to sit down on the other side of the desk, which I did but still sat there engrossed by the computer screen. I had no idea what was going on.
He then eventually spoke and kept looking at me directly in the eye as he always does. I hate that, it makes me feel really self-conscious, but he did it anyway. It was way too intense!
So then he goes, 'I'm concerned Olivia.' This time round I was in silence, so I asked, 'Urmm. With what?' Then he responded with, 'Attendance.' So I explained that I was ill on Thursday and Friday thinking that would be that, but no.
Apparently that wasn't good enough, so he went on to, 'I think this was a reoccurring problem last year though. Your attendance was a bit sketchy.' So in utter confusion I said, 'I always go to your lessons.' Then he was raving on about how he needs the best attendance possible and how he didn't want me sckiving any of his lesson. So I started ranting on about how, 'I've never missed any of your lessons unless it's been due to illness or appointments!'
So he then assumed I had something wrong with me and says, 'Well I need to know if this is going to be happening in the future. If you have regular appointments and medical commitments.' So I went in disbelief, 'No! I don't have anything wrong with me, I'm hardly ever ill so I don't know why you seem to think either I'm bunking your lessons or have a longterm illness!'
So then he said, 'Are there any dates that you know you won't be in school?' I had to tell him that I had an appointment on the 4th of October (finally I have my chiropody appointment) but I didn't elaborate on what it was for because I didn't think he'd actually want to know or be so intrusive as to ask. But to my amazement, he asked, 'What's that for? Can it not be organised out of school time?' I told him what it was for but I really would have liked to have seen his face if I either said:
a. a gynecology appointment
b. a psychology appointment
I really wish I'd said one of those now.
I don't think he believed me about the foot appointment though. I think he thinks there's something really wrong and I'm not telling him, because he seemed to be interrogating me of my whereabouts. He probably thinks I'm suicidal or pregnant or something dramatic like that, at least he was acting that way. The way he was telling me I should attend lessons and trying to encourage me to go and questioning where I'd been. He'll probably tell Hoare and I'll have to have a 'heart to heart bark' with her or something!
He then rounded up the conversation by saying, 'Well next time could you tell me in advance if you're not going to be here.' So I slightly rudely went, 'Yeah fine, but I can't really predict if I'm going to be ill a fortnight beforehand.' He's definitely suspicious of me about something.
After that mum picked me up, we went to get Verity from school and I ate a Lindt cherry bar on the way. After I'd finished it I put the wrapper on the chair next to me. So Verity gets in the car with pathetic Lucinda who's always miserable about something, then she throws the wrappers on my lap going, 'They're yours! They're yours! You hold them!'
I then throw them back at her and shout, 'Stop it you little idiot,' since I've already got my huge school bag, my folder and some books balanced on my knees so I can't possibly hold them anyway.
Then mum does her usual, lets defend Olivia's opposition bit and starts going, 'Stop it! I'm getting sick of you hitting and punching people.' When did I just punch Verity?!
She's the biggest hypocrite! She wonders why I always hit Maddie? Because she never does it herself, yet is always keen to hit me whenever I don't do as she wants me too! She was always hitting me when I was younger, not so much now but she still does it. I don't think Maddie or Verity have been hit in years. So she wonders why I find hitting people the answer? Because she taught me herself how to try and control people.
Why should I be the one getting told off? She should be blaming her fucking self round about now, but she's so self obsessed and too perfect in her eyes to see it. She really thinks she's a great mother but is too blind to see the reality, too busy trying to promote herself to other parents at St Andrews as being this wonderful undefeatable woman.
An example being last night. I went to the gym, went to phone mum to come and collect me, but she was on the phone and I had to wait half an hour until I could actually get hold of her to come and get me. The reason being that she was too involved in talking to Penny, Lucinda's stupid mother, the one who whittles all the time about absolutely nothing. Mum wouldn't tell her she had to go because she was expecting a call from me, no, she carried on the conversation even though she doesn't like the woman just to keep up appearances.
She thinks she's so hard done by, having me as a daughter but I've never done anything wrong in the lines of being a child. I'm just a regular human being, I get good school reports, fine grades, never in any trouble with anyone but her, have a job which she made me take and have a whole future ahead of me, unlike Maddie whatsoever, yet she's praised for just even breathing! What is her fucking problem? What more does she want? Why do I have to be the exact perfect person she wants and tells me to be like? Who says whats perfect anyway? Perfect is different in different people's minds, so why can't I be and do what I want rather than abide by her all the time?
She needs a big wake up call. She should be happy that I'm not like Caitlin Jenkins. Hitting people at school, being suspended, shoplifting, then stealing money from work. Oh yes mum, people must feel so sorry for you for having me. I'm such a burden aren't I? It should be retarded Maddie who's going to be prostituting herself on the streets in a couple of years time that you should be trying to change, not me.