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A bit late, because I was busy today seeing the orthodontist (no more braces at night – woo!) and then going to see War of the Worlds (it’s good, but not great, mainly because the plot makes no sense at all) and eating out. But now, they’re here! Prom Photos. It’ll be of no interest at all to most of my readers of course

I should point out that although we call it a Prom, it’s really nowhere near the infamous American event (lovingly described here) familiar to us from all those teen movies that Alex is probably talking about. (Of course I don’t know – stereotypes and all that.) There are no prom dates, far less glitz and glamour, and it’s really not a ‘big deal’ besides a party that a portion of people choose to attend. I think we just call it a Prom to imitate the real thing.

Anyway, it was a good night. And it followed the ‘Sixth Form Open Day’ thing, filled with those dubious team-building activities such as learning that (a) you can see through most blindfolds if you try hard enough and (b) GCSE grades are important, getting through an imaginary maze is not. We did make paper aeroplanes though.

You may have noticed I’ve had a few days off blogging. This is due to my new found desire to sleep and play Spider Solitaire – although not at the same time. Today, though, I actually had something timetabled and structured to do – the presentation of our Progress Files!

I like my Progress File. This is because I spent time putting stuff in it before handing it in, and this is exactly what was just handed back to me, along with an extra sticker on the front. The high-achieving Progress Files also got called up separately, so everyone could see you receive yet more book tokens. Ah, school is fun when there’s no work.

Tomorrow I go back into school at the horrendously early time of 9.30am for Sixth Form day, and then there’s the Prom in the evening to look forward to. On a boat. On the Thames.

Elsewhere, the Year 8s have been doing exams, and Natasha probably regrets asking for my help to revise Science. (We established that sound can travel through a box full of air even if it’s marked ‘vacuum’ on the outside.) And Nic has finally won an award for Rubery Village. Hooray!

Well, technically. There’s still the small matter of revision sessions, Spanish speaking tests (on Thursday!), GCSE exams, the Prom, Results Day, Certificate Presentation Evening and a whole 2 years of Sixth Form… but aside from all that it’s the last time our year will be together. Sorry if I find it hard to get all emotional, but the girls do that well enough on their own

The wonderful Yearbook sold out and is being re-printed, but if you can’t wait to see photos of each other, Bagman is very keen for people to visit his gallery of adorable faces. God knows why I let him get all this free advertising!

So tomorrow, on my first day of ‘freedom’, I’ll probably… head right back into school for revision. Wow, Blair was right, ‘choice’ really is better

I just had my last day of school uniform (yay) although I suppose now I will have to choose what to wear each day (hmm) which could mean I’ll have to get up earlier (noo)

In other news – Internet Explorer 7 will have tabs – a fantastic new innovation from Microsoft there Seriously, I’m pleased. I still have a soft spot for IE, partly because it opens when I click it, not half an hour later in 3 windows. But as always with IE7 – we’ll see…

Shout out to Sanna, who is like a female Nic when it comes to grammar.

Update – I’m not sure how I forgot (!) but last Friday I also had my last compulsory PE lesson EVER! YAY!

Woo yay! Who’s David Tennant? Ah well, Doctor #10 at least.

School has been weird the last few days with only our year group there – a big improvement to be honest. You forget how annoying young people are until they go…

School has got its act together at last and given out the exam timetable. (After pressure from my blog? Nah…) The hardest subject – Languages – always seem to be first up, y español es muy difícil.

ICT Coursework, on the other hand, is easy but very time consuming. I need to finish it, like, now and then I’m done coursework wise. Fin. No more coursework. Not a sausage.