When you’re least aware, Monday strikes. You’re going along, enjoying a quiet Sunday with catching-up to do after the love of my life was so cruelly absent until Sunday evening. And then, bam, there’s Monday and you’re slogging through reams of homework.

At least this week we will have an inset day, when the staff goes off to practice on how to better screw up the lives hopes and dreams of the poor students under their charge. I have two inset days this month; on the eleventh and on the twenty-fourth.

This up-coming day will, most likely, be spent in the lush world (hopefully) of Dishonoured from Bethesda, because it is time for a new game and because that game looks so good that I can’t help but get it. The other one will be spent in anticipation of Paris, so I can’t promise that it will be as relaxing or cathartic as this one.


I don’t actually have much to tell you lot about. It’s a quiet day with homework, and Mark made lasagna from scratch because he gets those urges sometimes. He comes home with a bag of groceries, and then starts to cook, regardless of whether it is his turn or not.

Today was such a day. He had been craving lasagna all day, and headed for Tesco’s after school to buy what we were missing, which was basically just the pasta and some milk for the sauce. Which means I’m sitting here, too stuffed to reach out to the text-books, and I just waste my time on the net.


One thing I can tell you is that the Nobel Prize for Medicine has gone to a Cambridge professor, as well as a Japanese scientist. That made Mark perk up, and he tried to tell me what it was that they had done. Most of the detail went over my head, but these guys have researched stem-cells. Their work has enabled such things as cloning and all.

Mark thinks that it is going to be a controversial prize, but he’s also glad that they chose this because it’s been important work, and for once it’s a prize for basic research and not applied science. Neither of these prize-winners work for companies or high-profile labs looking for patentable things. They did grunt work, and it was good that they got it.

So, we launched into another talk about what Mark wants to do, what he wants to study, and what kind of scientist he wants to be. He still hasn’t entirely made up his mind. He’s focusing on maths in University, and since Cambridge has “Natural Sciences” rather than specific fields, he can choose specialisation later.

Which brought my ambitions up, and it is increasingly clear that my ambitions aren’t that clear, beyond having a degree. I think that I should actually soon decide on what to do. My application to Cambridge was sent today. Mark still has to send his, but it will be done before the week is out. The fifteenth is the deadline.

Here’s hoping that my application amounts to anything. At least my teachers project that I will receive at least two A* now. I just have to ensure that I actually get them.