onlyemma's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the door I'm so bored. I'm sitting in the library with the aim of doing some revision in mind. Three year 8s have just been trying to open a locked door behind me for ages. The tough one's running and slamming himself into it. I could casually turn round and say "oh, it's locked", though I don't want to spoil the speculation of why it won't open just yet. One of them is studying the hinges. Today's been an alright day. It's the Lower Sixth's last day before study leave, so we went across the road to the pub at lunch. It wasn't that exciting, though it never is - it's like sitting in the common room except you come out stinking of fags and booze. Although Mark did spill lager on his jeans which lightened the day up incredibly, didn't it Wet Pants? Ooh, 10 minutes before 3:35 and still no sign of the door being opened. The girl with cellotape on her blazer has joined in now. What fun.
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