As a wise woman once said (Peppy!), life is like a parabolic curve - it goes up and down.
Today is quite an excellent example of this.
Everything was going well this morning. I only had a 15 minute history lesson, because I left early in order to go help interview French teachers. So far so good.
There then followed 2 lessons on the subjunctive, 2 on the passive and one on the conditional perfect and pluperfect. All in French. Requiring brainpower, participation, thinking and energy.
Which would not have been *so* bad, if I hadn't been painfully aware first that I was missing my p2 free with Jenny, and second that I was also missing the whole of break, and any oppurtunity I was likely to get to see my friends and talk to them (and also eat something).
Despite veiled hints (and less veiled ones) by Dave and sundry others, the only break we really got between the interviews and actually having a French lesson was when Mme Rigoni went to go find the rest of the class, who had unsurprisingly buggered off.
So when, after three and a half hours of French, I was finally released, I could not but help cry a little.
And on arriving at the bench in the quad where everyone seemed to have congregated, I was even further put out to discover not one acknowledgement of my presence, or question about my non-presence earlier.
So I ran away, to weep a little bit, prepared to go home and the like.. then walked back to the quad once more because I didn't want to go home without at least saying hello to some of them.
And then people talked to me, and hugged me, and I felt a bit guilty for doubting them earlier.
And then I went home, and not long after had my FIRST DRIVING LESSON IN A MONTH.
Which I fully expected to be a terrible experience - but actually, was rather fun. And I may even be able to parallel park now 
And this evening, I went to see my brother's GCSE devised theatre performance, which was UBER weird, but quite fun due to the scheming between myself and certain people about the getting together of my brother with a certain person. But it's all top secret, naturally.
Hormones. Who'd have em?
