Word to your mother.
Today has been mercifully N.E.W.T. and O.W.L. free, which has meant that everyone spent the day either lying around and doing nothing or running amok and doing everything. I wish that the seventh years would stop using dungbombs and magic fireworks in the corridors. It's still a rule, and Filch has had it out with me several times today because I wasn't able to be in nine places at once to stop it. There are bent up rolls of parchment everywhere and books ripped apart. I suppose people are happy that they do not need them anymore, but wouldn't you like to do a little extra revision for your exams?
On Friday evening I went to see Headmaster Dumbledore about a fifth year who tried to walk to Hogsmeade so that they could go home and avoid O.W.L.s, but a very unhappy house-elf was already there waiting for him and told me that he was out with the Head Boy. That tears it. I am really very irritated with the Head Boy. I found this under my Transfiguration text this morning. On the one hand he is politely sending me good luck and wished me a happy Hanukkah, but on the other, I have no idea who this is.
I never did get to see the headmaster, because I had so many other things to do and now Hop Sheffler is convinced that he doesn't have to take his O.W.L.s because I could never tell him that the headmaster said otherwise. Apparently, he isn't willing to take my word alone, and I'm just hoping that someone besides me will notice.
I have been putting too much stress on myself to decide what I want to do with my life, I think. I'm seventeen years old. I shouldn't expect myself to know what I want to do for the next two hundred years. So, I've decided to go to Muggle university after Hogwarts. I'm far too late to register for the autumn term, so I will likely wait until autumn of 1999. This is either the best or worst idea that I've ever had. I have no idea where I am going to tell them I've been going to school for the past seven years. It seems that being a prefect and Head Girl would be something I ought to include, but how can I say Ravenclaw? Perhaps I can take all of my sister's information. I am sure they will not notice that I was not actually head of Stella Postel house or in the first eight rowing team. Perhaps when they ask, I can say, 'Well, my first name is Jayna but I'm now called Lisa. I don't know why. It's my younger sister's name. Yes, I stole it. You are smothering my creativity with your questions.' That should work nicely.
I suppose I will have to talk with my parents. I'd actually like to get Professor McGonagall's advice, but that will have to wait. I am not sure what I will do for the entire year before I can do this. Maybe I can follow Acciohead and Weezerd and Broomhandle Confessional and Nada Pipe from venue to venue for the entire year, prostrating myself at the feet of Thim Polke and Lakes Russo and Erik Boardman until I run out of gold. It wouldn't accomplish much, but I think it would be a good thing to do just to have done it. Maybe I can take up smoking for the summer and live in France crankily. Only I'd probably get annoyed, because I don't speak any French. The only language I know is Welsh, so maybe I can go be homeless in Wales.
We have more written exams tomorrow, and then the practical portions of N.E.W.T.s finally start on Thursday. I'm looking forward to them, although I'm very nervous at the same time. I don't get nervous when I'm actually taking exams, luckily, but I am very much so beforehand.
On Friday evening I went to see Headmaster Dumbledore about a fifth year who tried to walk to Hogsmeade so that they could go home and avoid O.W.L.s, but a very unhappy house-elf was already there waiting for him and told me that he was out with the Head Boy. That tears it. I am really very irritated with the Head Boy. I found this under my Transfiguration text this morning. On the one hand he is politely sending me good luck and wished me a happy Hanukkah, but on the other, I have no idea who this is.
I never did get to see the headmaster, because I had so many other things to do and now Hop Sheffler is convinced that he doesn't have to take his O.W.L.s because I could never tell him that the headmaster said otherwise. Apparently, he isn't willing to take my word alone, and I'm just hoping that someone besides me will notice.
I have been putting too much stress on myself to decide what I want to do with my life, I think. I'm seventeen years old. I shouldn't expect myself to know what I want to do for the next two hundred years. So, I've decided to go to Muggle university after Hogwarts. I'm far too late to register for the autumn term, so I will likely wait until autumn of 1999. This is either the best or worst idea that I've ever had. I have no idea where I am going to tell them I've been going to school for the past seven years. It seems that being a prefect and Head Girl would be something I ought to include, but how can I say Ravenclaw? Perhaps I can take all of my sister's information. I am sure they will not notice that I was not actually head of Stella Postel house or in the first eight rowing team. Perhaps when they ask, I can say, 'Well, my first name is Jayna but I'm now called Lisa. I don't know why. It's my younger sister's name. Yes, I stole it. You are smothering my creativity with your questions.' That should work nicely.
I suppose I will have to talk with my parents. I'd actually like to get Professor McGonagall's advice, but that will have to wait. I am not sure what I will do for the entire year before I can do this. Maybe I can follow Acciohead and Weezerd and Broomhandle Confessional and Nada Pipe from venue to venue for the entire year, prostrating myself at the feet of Thim Polke and Lakes Russo and Erik Boardman until I run out of gold. It wouldn't accomplish much, but I think it would be a good thing to do just to have done it. Maybe I can take up smoking for the summer and live in France crankily. Only I'd probably get annoyed, because I don't speak any French. The only language I know is Welsh, so maybe I can go be homeless in Wales.
We have more written exams tomorrow, and then the practical portions of N.E.W.T.s finally start on Thursday. I'm looking forward to them, although I'm very nervous at the same time. I don't get nervous when I'm actually taking exams, luckily, but I am very much so beforehand.