August 15th, 2006

Loz Cola

It's all tossy-cock...

Today was one of those days where I wasn't entirely all there. On the bus I'd been drifting off listening to Pulp's "Party Hard" and generally just feeling my eyes droop slowly down when Erica made her appearance. Some of you may remember Erica from my second teaching practicum. She is a fellow student teacher. She's the one who almost killed me with my own ribena. We have a chatty badinage thing going on which I treasure and adore because around 80% of it is akin to the snappy dialogue you find in shows, and it's so rare that you have that with someone. Of course, we mostly talk complete rubbish, but that's part of the fun. There are the running jokes about chicken sandwiches and death by lecture and it's entertaining. I've referred to my liking of Erica as a platonic crush before, and the term is still incredibly apt.

Anyway, the actual point is that my sleep was interrupted by me needing my wits about me to compete, or even just follow along with Erica's conversation. I didn't exactly succeed. The morning lecture was mind-numbingly boring and I went into shutdown mode, which consists of me not speaking very much and usually in search of a hole in the wall to crawl into. If I had thought the morning was bad, I was to be seriously perturbed by the afternoon class. We had three people from three different organisations come to talk to us on matters which were supposed to be related to Health and Physical Education but appeared to be largely tangential at best. Over three hours.

During the short break I noticed a device up on the wall. I had seen things like it before. It automatically holds a piece of paper, a poster or a chart in place. It makes use of this special mechanism which holds the material fast without glue or sticky tape or anything like that. For some reason, I got it into my head to try said device out, so I got up with one of the pieces of paper the lecturer had given me and put it up there. It snapped into place. I stared at it for a while. I stepped back and went 'huh, nifty!' And then decided I needed this paper back. I went to extract my white sheet and found the handy poster catcher thing was not relinquishing its prey. I tugged. I pulled a bit. I made faces. I made a "eeeeughhh" sound. I turned around to see Erica maliciously laughing her head off. I tugged some more. Finally I decided to stuff it and just pulled as hard as I could. I got my paper back, with this beautiful serrated edge at the top. Erica got up, stuck her paper there and then pulled it upwards and out in one effortless movement.

Yes, I wasn't entirely there the whole day. I'm still not entirely here right now. I don't know what I'm coming down with, but it is making me even more socially deficient than usual.
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    Eddie Izzard talking about toast (recurring theme, clearly)