April 16th, 2010

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Oh, my. What is it about school trips that makes a day so very long?

Yesterday Pip, Emma and I worked our rears off on our project. We typed it up and wrote it up. There was some freaking out. We got it done. We didn't plan for the presentation but we were also last.

I was the conclusion of our presentation, which again was last, so I was the last speaker between presentations and ultimate freedom from work. We were also the third ant project in the second half; another ant project had been right before ours. I thought "how can I make this interesting?" I did the ant-abdomen dance. ("Oh, I'm not pleased with you and I have formic acid, so I'm going to raise my abdomen, look intimidating and shank you a good one if you peeve me too much!") There was much bending over, bum waggling, arm swiping and hopping backwards. It got a good laugh.

After it all, I was so free and joyful and silly that I seemed drunker than the kids who had been drinking all day, despite that no alcohol had touched my lips. Had fun hanging out in the corridor as people got ready. Had some Scotch with Siege in Jake's room. Joined the others in going to the bar across the street. There was a nice dog there with an English-speaking owner, so I sat petting the dog for a good long time. Joined some conversation.

Jess had the idea for swimming. Jess, Naomi and I went back to the hotel and put on our swimming suits. We enjoyed a beautiful swim in the pool under the stars. It made my week to spin around in the water, gazing up at spinning stars. Pip and Emma were still awake when I got back to the room. I went to sleep instead of going out again.

Today I woke up to news about the ash in the UK. Pip had me get up and eat breakfast, knowing it may be a while 'til I next ate. After brekky went to the shops with the group and got some gifts for people with my leftover Euros. Back for packing but Emma was on the phone with her Da and crying about the delay, so I hung in Irene, Jess, Ellen & Alex's room. Finished my packing. Pip & Emma were upset, alternately crying and ranting their heads off. I decided that there wasn't anything I could do but surrender and accept what I couldn't control, and endeavour to enjoy the situation before me. I set out to do that.

Went to the beach. Walked up and down the beach, just enjoying the feeling of sand between my toes. Sang and picked up some shells. Realised how my mind symbolises things. Reminded me of how I get sick of writing that triple-underlines all the symbolism, and also how my friends often don't understand my writing. "Kiwi, this is the only thing that happened." "Yes, but that's not what it means..." "What?" "It's in more than just the events; it's in the details and the connections..." "What?" (At that point I begin thinking, "You really didn't like English classes, did you?")

After my solitary walk I joined the group. Wasn't burned to due my hat, but I slathered up since I wasn't going to be wearing it anymore. Played volleyball-tennis with the lot. It was fantastic. Back home. Hung around a bit and then took a 5-hour nap; Pip woke me up by petting me and telling me I was adorable when sleeping/waking up. I fell out of bed and was entertained.

Dinner was terrible. Well, the food was fine, but after Frank made his announcements about flights people started asking questions. Irene asked a question but has a bit of a language block (her first language is Greek) and Pip rephrased it; Frank interrupted her and she snapped at him to please not interrupt her. After there was a reasonably large conflict, Pip and Emma stormed off. I was very embarrassed, breathed through my hands to prevent panic and stayed with the group to try easing the tension. Ellen complimented my explanation to Irene, who thought it was her fault. (Explained about mama bears and Pip, although it doesn't excuse her, merely enlightens the situation a bit.)

Couldn't deal with going back to my room after so I hung in the quad-room again. Considered sleeping in Naomi's room just to avoid more conflict. Pip & Emma aren't peeved with me, though, so it's alright. Didn't know if they would be. They know I don't deal with conflict/anger well.

It just reminded me of my thoughts on the beach. I couldn't comprehend putting down what they did on the student evaluation form, which they urged me to fill out. Perhaps I'm just dipping into the world of academic cynicism at this point, but it seems that the teachers who actually acknowledge eval. forms are the ones who don't need much help and the teachers who would best benefit from some serious changes don't give the eval. forms a second glance. Frank is retiring next year: the point was NOT to degrade him further, but to offer suggestions for improvement. It's thus terrible that our close-knit environment is continuing after the eval. forms have been filled out, especially the way Pip and Emma did... (No, I don't particularly like Frank, although I admire him for working as hard as he is to get us home; no, I certainly wouldn't put that on the form. I may write a suggestion sheet for Alejandra, since she's running the course next year after Frank retires - presuming it runs again.)

Also thought about the regulars: living in the moment, life and love. Pondered the idea that after the elasticity of youth (hard not to notice what with bikinis everywhere) has lessened, I'll be left with equal merit on the 'playing field', or so it seems.

That is it for my incredibly long day. I have a pocket full of seashells and rocks that change colour when wet - my favourite, and I'll thank symbolism for that. We'll see how I get home. It'll happen, I'll get through work, and life will continue on. (:
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Our second flight was cancelled so we've been looking into trains and ferries. It looks as though we're going to get a plane or coach to Bilbao and getting a coach to England from there. This should be Sunday/Monday - I may be too sodding tired to go on the Habitat Management field trip. P:

However, I just noticed that Bilbao is 15 minutes from where Mary McDonnell was when she was at the Spain con, so at least I get some residual fangirl fun out of it.

I am also listening to Mary in a radio interview. Fangirling it up today before I try to set myself into my work. I wonder if this will work at all!

Apparently, cons are like football. Now isn't that just fascinating.

Hmm. Mary McDonnell was a cheerleader. I was the girl in the bleachers goofing off with my friends and making fun of the cheerleaders, entirely ignoring the football itself.

Now what does that mean of cons?

Also, the first thing I think of with the mood 'loved' is not one bird eating another's face. Although I suppose with a different definition of 'birds' it may be EXACTLY what I think of...

Edit: Apparently we get back Monday night. Well, the next 15 days of my life should be fairly exciting.
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I'm going to over-post you lot without even caring. I'm apparently going to be on a ferry for up to 24 hours, or something, so I feel it's my right.

What I have learned through the Min!fest: 1) I will never run out of Minerva plotbunnies. 2) There is a serious fetish in the fandom for Minerva's hair coming down. 3) There is no way my writing quality will make it up to par!

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Just had a 40-minute Skype conversation with my mother. It was so full of lulz. Jess, Irene & CJ did a lot of chuckling; I think some of the others in the ground floor areas did too.

We had a hair-fight (attacking the cam with our hair), demonstrated how to be a frightened ant, danced to The Time Warp and were in general bizarre. I discussed the wind turbines and how I felt ready to take them on as giants to save a princess in peril. Imagining such things forever keeps me from boredom!

Also, my brother got into Keele as a British student. This is super not fair (I didn't, but we didn't try THAT hard) but also ridiculously fantastic - more money to spread around! (Well, less DEBT to spread around, it seems.)

The new plan: Staying over again tonight. Tomorrow, coach ride to Malaga. (2 hrs). Noon flight to Bilbao (2 hrs). Staying over in Bilbao. Ferry to Portsmouth (24 hrs). Coach to Reading (2 hrs). Reading in the evening.

Summary: I am a panda-faced buffoon. I have been Stranded in Spain. This will be one of the Stories of my Life. It will be a Long Journey Back. I have Too Much Work. I am doing Too Little Work. Somehow, this is still considered Sane.

I am such a craxy hot dog mess right now. It's pretty much hilarious. Going to try to do some work with creative media/fic-writing/fic-reading/fic-uploading in the break-mix.
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