I have just realized that the reason I can't see anything is because my light is switched off. I'm so withit!
I was woken up rather earlier than usual by a bright blue light in the corner of my bedroom that seemed to be my computer turning itself on for no apparent reason. I switched it off, then my alarm clock went off. After the whole palaver with the lost braces, I went to the orthodontist and it turns out I don't need them anymore, except that the joyful news is that I am getting fixed braces in January Not. And I don't really like the dentist, he put his hand on the top of my head whilst he was looking at my teeth and says really discouraging things like: "Oh yeah, it'll be fine when you get braces, once you get past the speech impediments, and the nausea, and the dribbling, and the humiliation." Thanks, I feel so much better.
Still I managed to get to school for around nine and when I arrived Mr Douglas was standing by the front door for some strange reason and said, in an ever so slightly patronizing tone: "You're awfully late, aren't you?" I just nodded slightly stupidly and tried to edge my late slip towards him so that he could see I had a perfectly good reason for being 20 minutes late. At least I didn't sprain my ankle, which is what happened after the last time I went to the orthodontist and I was trying to run away from Mr Morley.
Most lessons seemed to include doing word searches, watching videos and playing music. The only slight hitch was when we were doing drama and the bomb alarm went off, and we all had to traipse out side and some of us weren't wearing shoes. Even Mrs Massey, the Physics teacher, let us watch a video about Galileo, the presenter of which was a bald man with a voice like an evil war lord.
I managed to unintentionally embarrass Phoebe at lunch time, because it was Christmas lunch so we were sitting with Mr Murray. He wasn't eating his chocolate, and Phoebe wanted it, and she was saying to me: "Oh, I really want more chocolate. I'm so hungry. Mr Murray's not eating his, do you think he's going to eat it? Do you think I could ask him?" So I said: "Mr Murray, can Phoebe have your chocolate?" and apparently I was too direct because everyone screamed with laughter and Phoebe is refusing to forgive me. She stuck a paper clip down my shirt as some sort of punishment.