Snow Day!

So anyone in England knows that it's all snowtastic over here! I was so shocked when I woke up! It's great isn't it? Those few moments when you think "is it normally this bright?" and then you open the curtains and it's all covered in white. I didn't even go into the garden, because it looks so nice and I don't want to ruin it.
So it snowed yesterday early morning, I stayed up trying to see if it was going to, but I sucummed to slumber before the first flakes started to fall! Trust me hey?
Anyway, I was supposed to go to this French Conference at Birmingham University, and I was a bit annoyed about going because I ddin't want to miss school, as I would have missed some pivetol lessons, and teaching myself is a lot harder than it seems to begin with.
So I woke up on Thursday morning, and the first thing I did was establish the lines of contact avec Rachel, who was also supposed to be going. We arranged to meet previously at 9.45 at the station, but I wasn't sure if she was going. I wasn't too keen on going myself, because it seemed like a nice excuse not to go to the conference. But Rachel pretty much begged me to go, and I did have a cute winter outfit (more on that later) so I figured I might as well, otherwise I'd just spend all day online, and that would be a killer waste.
And to top it all off, we found out that school was closed, so I wouldn't even miss any lessons! Super!!! I was so thrilled I did a little jig. I was really not looking forward to trying to teach myself the concept of DNA translation.
While I was waiting for Rachel at the train station, I saw Aleysha and Cat go past in a train and Rachel and I arrived shortly after them, bumping straight into Kat who had come on the bus. Do you know how many universities have their own train station in England? I'll give you a clue, Birmingham University's Station is called "University Station." Anyway, I yelled "narrrrnia!" and suggested we look for a talking beaver, but they declined this.
Let me describe what we were all wearing.
I was wearing a grey woolen dress, grey trousers, my red doc marten boots which were fantastically water proof AND gave me added height, so my trousers didn't get wet, red gloves and a red hat. Very winterable.
Kat was wearing fashion boots, linen trousers, lady gloves (one of which she'd lost) and a jumper.
The poor dear.
At one point, I wondered why she was so ill-equipt for the snow, when surely Russia is colder than that. To this she had no answer. I gave her my gloves.
Alex was wearing boots which had completely soaked through, and I deigned to touch them, even though she offered the oppurtunity repeatedly.
Aleysha was wearing very long trousers which soaked up approximately eight litres of water and caused her to create a puddle everytime we stopped for a while.
Basically, I was glad that my mother is so good at buying me practical clothes.


It was really strange to be at the university. Some of my friends might remember that the last time I was there, I was attending the Summer School in the hottest week of the year, and now it was covered in snow! Amazing! The last time I saw the bell tower, it was backed on an azure sky, now it was all snowed on! We even ate our lunch in a cafe that I used to eat in!

Enough about that. The conference was very good, I enjoyed it, and I am pleased to say I understood a lot of what they were discussing. I had some musings while in the conference, here they are:

Musings of Sarah

Consider the Headscarf. Not only does it make mother, mother's friends and doting aunts think you are the human inc arnation of modesty, but it also acts as a handy head warmer, protection from all elements!

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Also, a place to store cookies!

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Perhaps biscuits are not a good idea, as crumbs could pose a problem.

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But if the cookies are wrapped in cellophane?


Would not the rustling distrupt your thoughts?

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Nay, it is your thoughts which should be wrapped in cellophane and hidden in your headscarf.



(commentary by Alex)

"Sarah Murano. Modest young woman or serial biscuit hider?" Critically anaylse this statment, and discuss whether it is justified or not (17) Quality of written comunication carries 3 marks.


later


The philosphical musings of Sarah Murano

As with polonecks, and halter neckts, the warmer and more practical the item of clothing, the less fashionable.

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But what of the multicoloured monstrosity of a halter neck your mother bought you when you were twelve? Neither fashionable nor practical.

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Perhaps it's soul was fashionable.

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So when deciding clothes, one must look at it's innermost soul.


There are some more, but I'll leave it there, so as not to bore you to extinction.

We all went home on the train, which was fun enough even though we had to get off and on a couple of times, and my docs actually started to hurt quite a bit. When I got home, it was still snowing, and on the way back from the station, I (being a genius) pulled a snow covered branch down for closer inspection. Then let it go back up, covering me in snow. I shrieked. The old man behind me was not amused.

Then, when I got home, I painted my nails, for the first time in months!

All in all, it was a great day, I'm so glad rachel convinced me to go, because otherwise, I wouldn't have left the house! I had a really super snow day!

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p.s. Jess is green