first day back at school

25th of July 2006.
First day back at School today after my luxurious winter holidays: three weeks were I achieved very little, though I planned to do so much.
This is my last semester of School, in less than six months I will be free.
Having spent most of the holidays sleeping in till midday, and staying up to 1 am. It was an absolutely huge shock to the system to get up at ten past 6. usually during School term I get up at 6, but I decided to give myself a little lee-way since it was my first day back.
I still woke up feeling awful.
The bus trip was as miserable as usual: Tantrums, overcrowding and general noise. According to Amy, who goes to a Public College, yesterday was really quite-so few of the other Schools had started that the bus had all of three people on board.

I returned all the books I had been reading over the holidays except ‘understanding the times’, even ‘Out of Afghanistan’ despite the fact that I haven’t finished it, I might renew it sometime this week. English was okay, I think Mrs Edwards was better, though this new teacher is okay, I have forgotten her name though, she has one of those regional English accents which makes her voice quite grating. But at least I am in Creative Literature, not like Deborah who got shoved in Indigenous Literature!
The most interesting thing that happened all lesson was that Zaza seemed to be on the verge of tears: I guess the whole Lebanon thing must be worrying her.
We were set a few exercises: given a selection of sentences and told to build upon them (all I know, I am writing, He/she Remembers) I chose All I know.
I overheard Bori, Sareena and Kobi discussing formal dresses: which makes me feel awful since I still have very little idea of what I want. And as a textiles student, pride would not permit me to get a run-of-the-mill bought dress; I have to wear something fantastic. And I know I am going to have to make it.
After a fairly inadequate English lesson, I had a free (most of my friends do maths). I employed this to send a very long tedious email to Sareena: during English we had briefly mentioned ‘Earth’ Deepa Mehta’s film about partition. Sareena owns the whole series (Fire, Earth and Water). I hope that if I discuss the movie with someone in great detail, I might be able to successfully complete the half-baked review of it I have written. I sent her what I have written so far. When she replies to my email, I might post it on here. But I want my review to say more than ‘it’s a great movie’, though I don’t deny it’s fantastic. According to Sareena ‘Earth’ is actually aimed at a western audience. Which probably explains why it’s so much more watchable than any other Bollywood movie that I have ever encountered.
During Recess, I was surprised to see that Priyam was at School, I came up to her and asked “why aren’t you studying for your UMATs, aren’t they tomorrow?”
To which Priyam replied “Thanks for rubbing it in A----.” We all thought this was very funny, one of the chief topics of conversation was moving out of home, Bori and I are particularly keen. Jasmine is too, but says she’s broke, I am out of home as soon I have the money I swear. As I was eating my sausage roll, I joked to Bori, that I would move into her house, Bori’s a strict vegetarian and we don’t usually get along on political grounds. Priyam and Sareena both seem to want to move out of home, but feel they can’t, this surprised me as they both seemed keen to live at home for as long as possible. I remember some stage last year Sareena and Mariam discussed the possibility of sharing a flat together in Brisbane (and that’s not a bad religious joke??). in this particular conversation Sareena mentioned that even if she went to Brisbane, her mother would still follow her there to do her laundry and cooking. Priyam said that her parents would move to Sydney if she went to Uni there. This caused Bori to joke:
“‘Mum, I am moving to Sydney.’ ‘but Priyam we like it here.’”
Mental note to self: find an Indian flatmate, disguise own laundry as aforementioned Indian Flatmates, and thus keep up supply of clean laundry.
The two went onto discuss how there mother’s both went into their rooms and went through their stuff. And I thought my mother was unbearably intrusive.


Textiles I arrived late. Mrs B was giving us the rundown on the enormous amount of homework she will be giving us in the following semester. First we have to research a Fashion designer, then we have to design atleast 10 items vaguely inspired by them. Of course I am choosing William Morris, which will give me a lot of freedom. I also went through the enormous number of Textiles books on Fashion designer, this further conflicted me onto what to wear to my year 12 formal: there are just too many ideas.

On my way to Assembly I bumped into Mariam, I asked her why she wasn’t studying for her UMAT’s either. She yelled out “I have prepared enough and I have a life unlike some people.” Who was she implying? Deborah or Niv? I laughed and sat through a boring assembly.
Miss Just was as dour as usual, I swear she must have a very dry sense of humour though: when some girls laughed during her speech, she said, “To the girls in the front, do you think I am funny? Because I don’t think I am very funny.”
Art was a double lesson, it was okay, we basically talked about Formal Dresses.
The formal isn’t till November 29th…
Gah.
Horrible bus drive home.
Dad found his truck, we thought it had been stolen, but actually he had just left it outside Transboarder on Rossi St.
I am desperately looking for the card I bought in the Adelaide Art Gallery. I was going to send it to Colleen to thank her for her giving me two of her books. I wonder where it could be?
Turah