just one more example of how stupid a person can get... but i had had a stressful day! 9:00 GCSE IT(short course) exam. the questions were something along the lines of "would it be better for the company to use a computer or a box with the word computer written on it? give three reasons for your answer" and i really felt like there hadnt been much point getting up for it. 10:30 finally get let out of IT exam after finishing it in the first half hour (some more stuff which isnt very interesting) 4:45 have to catch a train in the rain for my piano lesson which will arrive and hour early 5:00 the train actually arrives... im soaking wet 5:30 i finally reach my lesson (jazz piano if youre interested. i switched form classical a couple of months ago and its great)... which doesnt start for another half hour... i sit in the shop and drip 6:30 i leave the shop and have to run to get to the train on time 6:40 i get to the station on time but the train doesnt, a scary old man sits down next to me and insists on telling me about his freind who was a ballerina but her choreographer kept telling her she was fat and she stopped eating an the killed herself. i could have walked away from him... but that would have involved standing in the rain. 7:00 the train finally arrives. after getting home i have just enough time to change before going to get the bus. i was supposed to meet my freinds at half seven 7:30 i get to the bus stop to see a bus pulling up. hooray!! a bus! i run for the bus and get on with out checking the number. when i see the sign saying "welcome to darbyshire" i begin to wonder if it was the wrong bus... 7:45 it was definately the wrong bus. im in new mills and theres a large gang of scallies loudly asking the girls behind me if theyre virgins and telling everyone how the country is rubbish and that its better where they live on one of the council estates in manchester. at this point the best thing to do is ride the bus all the way round and back again 8:00 we reach the end of the line. hayfield! and start going back. 8:30 i get back to marple, nearly go home but finally decide that since the place doesnt close till 10 i can at least turn up, see my freinds and apologise for not turning up at half seven. 8:55 the right bus turns up 9:10 i arrive in romily but thanks to my freinds sketchy instructions cant find the place and have to wait half an hour for the bus home... total time on buses - and hour and a quater total time waiting at bus stops - an hour sooo... that was a fun night but i should probably give you a proper update too. ive done 2 of my 14 gcse papers, my art display is up and has been marked but most importantly i have officially left school!!! we when to first lesson the day we left and then straight to the leavers assembly. the two bands our year have managed to form both played (rodine (www.rodine.co.uk) and homeless joe (who are much better than rodine thanks to mikes actual talent but dont have a website)). the dance class did a couple of dances involving as little clothing as possible and some of the guys did a strip (ripping off their boxers to reveal.... another pair of boxers!!) but the actual amusing part was all the teachers attempting to do the chacha slide. next the foam fight... it kicked ass! noone brought hair removal foam instead of shaving foam like they did last year thank god and i ended up with my hair stuck up like a troll doll... and looking a bit like all the non-romantic leads at the end of ghostbusters. my personal mission was to foam everyone who was only watching and not joining in. i got five of them! and then the prom! limo et al. well ok... limo to the school and then coach full of drunken skallies loudly listing everone they know who isnt a virgin the rest of the way. but we did get a wolf whistle when we were waving out of the limo... it was from an eight year old but whos counting? rodine arrived in a 4x4 limo.. someone arrived on a harley davidson (riding pillion) and everyone looked spectacular. the actual prom was like a primary school disco but with big tables. the music was all anoying so called r&b but after half an hour of complaining ashleys campaign to make me enjoy myself succeeded and i was dancing away. i was the first to take off my shoes (very painful 4 inch stillettos) and then everyone else started to take theirs off too. we even got a little break dancing circle going when they played run dmc... a lot of guys trying to do head spins and falling over :) very funny! i discovered the guy i liked is a reeeealy bad dancer but i danced with him anyway and i spent the last dance in a giant line that was like a sideways conga... if that makes any sense to anyone... so thats about it now i get a week off before my exams start properly so i probably wont have anything to say for a while (i can hear that sigh of relief) as long as i dont get the wrong train and end up in scotland! ===== RUTH __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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