Hello I'm back again!!!!

I am currently sitting in the ICT room, in an English boarding school with the only English person in the room being me but also it's a great company from other countries that differently than English DO listen to you and know what to do in moments of crisis. Just to prove how scarily smart these people are- a Spanish boy, who is now speaking Spanish, wrote the last sentence from 'me.' Sometimes others brilliance astounds me. Perhaps I should go hide in a corner till I'm bi-lingual. Now said guy has got a cuddly pig which speaks Pig Latin- he's rapping with it, and no, I don't know how that's actually possible. I know I've neglected you all for ages and I'm so sorry. I just told Rafael to shut up. That is soooo cool. OK, maybe he's not the painter, but the sentiments still the same. Anyway, I've been up to a lot recently, including a day trip to Wales, seriously mental family visits (including a delicious second Christmas dinner, which was as unorthodox as the first) and the much talked of trip to Cambridge. I've played a piece from Mozart's four seasons as part of the string group in the spring concert, am currently involved in organising the Mwabuka (the school in Zambia that we are sisters with) talent show for next Thursday, am suggesting a summer fair for the school, getting closer to my Speech and Drama exams every day, trying to finish my English coursework and doing a mock Latin test. Otherwise, I'm not so busy. Oh, and there's the play which is in three weeks to consider . So look, I'm not trying to excuse myself, but I have been busy. Eventually, I'll get round to documenting the full Cambridge experience- including meeting a man who was, getting on, shall we say, with a box of risk under his arm and a tweed jacket, and an American man, who thought my patriotism was 'beautiful.' There might even be a bit about the strangest clock I've ever seen. (When I see strange, I mean it in a bad way) Anyway, that's all I can fit in for now. Adios!!!

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'Everybody was snow-ball fighting...'

du-du du-du du du du du duu that slush was fast as lightening.... By the way, I don't own the original song. (Everybody was Kung fu fighting the song- Youtube it) Boarding can suck sometimes. Majorly. Sometimes you're so depressed and so sick of school you just want to pack a bag and run off down the road. Or maybe just punch the wall and scream you're head off. But sometimes, like today, it is totally AWESOME. So, it was snowing today- surprising really since we're in the middle of an English winter. Sadly, school was on. I know that sounds a bit childish, but to be honest I couldn't care less. To quote Garfield, 'I hate Mondays.' I also hate Maths, which I had a double period of.Anyway back to the story. It was snowing. Which was really cool. Our school is quite old, so it looked like a castle- you know the kind of thing, Harry Potter/Hogwarts sorta feel. Everyone (that's the boarders) was hoping the day pupils wouldn't make it in. But they did...sadly. Not all of them however, and not all the teachers either. The day was a collaboration of half full classes, clueless cover teachers and cancelled PE classes. I'm not really sure why they bothered. Of course- being the hormone charged teenagers that we are, with nothing much better to do, we had a huge snowball fight at break time. After break, there was a notice sent out by a member of staff affectionately (or not) known as General Franco. (Yes we know the historical background, we're not that original, we listen occasionally in class.) Apparently, no one was allowed outside. This made GF, already disliked, pretty much hated by every kid from 11 to 18. I mean, we had to watch the primary school kids up the road playing outside when we knew we couldn't. I know the health and safety blah, but seriously, the risque jollity of snowball fighting is hardly going to cause serious harm. As it turned out however it was all alright in the end. Because at the early end of school. (I think they all gave up), the boarding masters let us have free reign of the snow covered grounds. It was great. As I said, Awesome. Fantastic. Fabulous. So incredibly fun. We all went mental, and occasionally mobbed the teachers who were 'supervising'. We sledged on bin bags, made snow men, got ice down our bums, in our mouths,on our backs. We were out there for two hours. I wore my Mum's coat, because I wanted to remember her, and also because it's alot warmer than any of mine. Now I sit in studies, literally dripping, and feeling like laughing all the time. I know my face is bright red. I don't care. It's still snowing. I've got Cambridge this Friday and as travel arrangements are made I feel equally nervous and excited. If anyone linked with that is reading this, I have no credit and cannot answer, but I have received all messages. Fingers crossed school is canceled tomorrow, I'm going to have to love and leave you, tata!!!