Tomorrow is the last day before the half-terms, and if previous experience says anything, I could just as well stay at home tomorrow because nothing will get done. It will mostly be all about meeting up, and then having assignments to do over the free days.
Today it’s valentine’s day, and I still feel annoyed by it because school is inundated with silliness about it. I don’t know how many brave faces I’ve seen that haven’t got a card or anything from the people they fancy. The girls all retreated to the girl’s loo and cried, I think, so I’ve retreated to my quiet spot here at school – the library. Although, the day has just started, and I expect today to be full of drama and angst and dashed hopes and fulfilled dreams.
People don’t come in here – not even the people in the English department. They only come here when they have to. Therefore, it’s the perfect spot to go to when I want a bit of peace and quiet, and the librarian knows by now that I don’t want to be bothered here. We understand each other by now. It also means that I can write blog posts for my personal blog, and not worry about having anyone look over my shoulder and see the terrible things that I put here. Like yesterday’s damnation of the whole Valentine’s day crap.
But, being the hypocrite still, I’m going to meet up with Mark after school down in the town centre, and then I’m going to give him his card and the sweets I’ve bought. Maybe we’ll coo and hug and pretend that it actually mean anything beyond a little gesture.
But then again, maybe I am too categorical? It struck me yesterday after I had submitted the post that maybe sometimes the little gestures are needed, and while it says nothing about the depth and intensity of my feelings, it’s a little nod to it. Nah, I still think it’s a scheme invented by merchants to sell cheap junk and sweets by the bucket-load.
Except Ben got a card, and he doesn’t know who gave it to him. It was stuck in through the gap in the door to his locker, and the poor man’s been trying to investigate who it might be from. He’s had no luck so far, although I have my suspicions. Why is it that people are so blind to other people’s attention toward them? One of the girls has a fancy for Ben, I think, and she’s been puffing and advertising this – of course without stepping up to Ben to tell him that she fancies him.
Poor heterosexuals. The girls expect the guys to be mind-readers, and are then annoyed when their too subtle signalling passes by unnoticed. Maybe that’s why the girls went into the loo to have a cry? Or maybe they just went in there to have a fag, even though the staff gets livid about the smell of smoke in there. In the CCTV utopia that this country is, they haven’t put cameras in the toilets – yet. Although if they keep smoking in there, it’s probably only a matter of time.