Mood:
I am not having the best of days.
My form tutor, Mrs. Clarke, was the one to go schitzo today and all because I wanted to walk home in trainers. But seriously, I am not going to walk home in the most uncomfortable shoes ever created and so I stood my ground.
The result: A date with the deputy head and a day in the inaptly named inclusions room.
I seriously don't know why it's called that. I mean, you're not aclually included in anything - you're excluded.
It's probably a phsychological ploy to make the less aware people feel happier about the situation they are in. How kind.
My theory that Mrs. (<-- Ha!) Clarke is a hermaphrodite lies loosly on the verge of breaking point seeing that she is pregnant. I'm not sure whether lady-men can become pregnant, but I'm sure they can't. Nevermind. I'll just have to find another insult to use against her.

This is a very artistic portrait of our friend right now.
Posted by Jonjo
at 5:28 PM BST
