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So, was making slight, teeny-tiny changes to the registry and school and – through no fault of my own – screw up my profile. The start bar is now half of my screen, and the text is about 300px big. We’re getting 2003 Server anyway so hopefully it’ll be all reset…!

Tomorrow is Friday, and an INSET day, so no school until Monday where I will have one more day to prepare for – joy – a Spanish speaking test. Higher Tier. We’ve only ever done Foundation before, and I ask what the main differences are:

“Oh, nothing really, just give longer and more detailed answers. Oh, and yeah, the questions that you get to see 10 minutes beforehand? They’re now in Spanish.”

So not much of a change there then?!?

P.S. Hiya Michael – Ricky Gervais Live was great. Thanks!

I’ve finally discovered why my school is so good at upgrading its computer software. We’ve long had XP, and Office 2003 is coming in a week or so. Might not sound impressive, but it’s far ahead of the ‘real world’ situation for many companies.

Turns out schools get unbelievably sweet deals on Microsoft licences, including a free upgrade to the latest version of Windows and Office. So why are they so insanely generous?

Well first of all they aren’t – the licences aren’t free!

But more importantly, I’ve now been given a lovely metaphor from our Admin of Microsoft – The Crack Dealer. They give out their stuff for (almost) free to schools filled with poor little children. Who then go home and demand XP and Office from their parents. When they grow up, that’s all they know. That’s what they’ll use, and then they’re hooked when they get into that ‘real world’ and have to start paying, hard.

It’s clever yet obvious at the same time. But I’ve thought of an idea – give free stuffed Linux penguins to kids in nursery! Hahaha.

(Talking of crack dealers, Monkey Dust was insanely brilliant on BBC2 tonight. I sense a slight climb down from the BBC3 days in terms of graphic sketches, but it still beat Dead Ringers and The Kumars, which isn’t easy…)

Well, it beats working. Gather up half of the year into a hall for half a day, put them into groups, get them to work with an Army guy \ Trading Standards officer \ HSBC manager and you’ve got a ready made off-timetable day. Ask everyone to wear their own ‘smart’ clothes and leave to simmer.

I wore jeans

My History teacher is still refusing to tell us our coursework marks. Hence, we ask annoying questions. Then she gets more annoyed, and less likely to tell us what we got. Then someone runs out the class, and…

You get the picture.