went to school today to help with the interviewing thing - to take people to the rooms and generally chat and answer questions and stuff. and why did i go? you ask. well to score brownie points of course. twas wierd putting on the school uniform and stuff, but what do i achieve on saturdays anyway?

i was all assertive and "hi! my main purpose here is to talk *insert smile:)* so ask me questions." (my mum wouldnt actually believe that i said that but i'm not exactly used to being a people person so i didnt know what to say.) the parents thought that i was very humourous, so that was fine.

most of the parents were really nice and all 'thank you's to us when they leave, but there was one nasty pompous man. hw had this nasal, upper class accent, and he asked miss admin lady: "do you have a web site?" ans: well duh! the vibes i got from the stupid stuck up man was that:

1. he wouldnt ask us cos obviously we were way too ignorant.

2. what did he think my school was, a primitive cave-learning-place?

3. he was all frowning, and nose up in the air. whats up your ass?

4. i am capable of giving more info than that a stupid web-site.

5. he was trying to display his with-the-times-cred by asking for something so "high-tech".

6. the web site would so obviously be printed on the prospectus, so i've you're gonna pretend to be all all- knowing, you might as well read about it and get the facts first.

payback? i put on my "mad's-rude-gal" accent to mock his upper-classness. school not good enough for you? bugger off.

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th since 5th october 2001