Jetting off (lol) to Scotland this afternoon for a few days with the highland clan. Meanwhile, the parents are on a plane to Israel. Their top predicted temperature - 36degrees. Ours - 6. Nice. My sister (age 15) told me her bag was really heavy because of all the revision stuff she's bringing on the plane. Incredulous, I asked what on earth she was revising for. She said indignantly, 'I've got an RE exam on May 15th'. I said 'that's when my Finals start. I absolutely refuse to allow you to bring revision with you on a holiday where I am expressly not allowed to take any revision'. She's in a bit of a huff with me but seriously, I'm not going to be made to feel guilty by my teenage sister who thinks (at the moment, at least) that GCSEs are the be-all and end-all. So there.
I know I've missed two days of blogging and that's really naughty but srsly, how many of you noticed? Probs not many. On Thursday eve I had a bit of a crisis about my life and panicked when I realised I didn't know who to call. I think I'm just in a low place at the moment because just about everything is making me cry, and it's compounded by the fact that I'm at home and not surrounded by people in the same position as me in Oxford. I really really needed to get away from work but home does not exactly feel the relaxing and supportive environment I could wish for at the moment.
Friday was nice, because we had a family day out in London when pretty much everyone was on their best behaviour for most of the time. My dad was (finally) graduating from his Open University degree course. We were scanning the programme beforehand and realised that of the two people receiving honorary degrees that day, one of them was ANNIE LENNOX no less. So obviously my dad was smug as a smug person because he shook her hand as well as the chancellor's when he collected his certificate. We also did a bit of shopping around Seven Dials (I took my mum and sister into Fatface to show them a pair of shorts I had tried on and really liked, and they proceeded to try them on also and then buy them for themselves. Goddamit) and had dinner out.
Saturday I was basically left to my own devices all day because clearly, the horse must come first. I know my mum would say 'schedules don't change just because you're back' buuuuut... they should. Just this once. So I baked and sorted washing and ironed and packed and eventually the rest of the family deigned to show up, whereupon they all had to pack and so on and so forth. We did all eat together I guess, but what a waste of a day at home. I didn't leave the house once. Moan moan moan. I know, get a grip, people have bigger problems etc. I think my parents have chosen to forget the massive paddy I threw when they said they were planning to go away this week and I pointed out that was the week I had planned to come home. I don't think they have twigged that the reason I want to come home is to see them, not to bake or sleep in my own bed or wash clothes for free. They aren't getting back from Israel until Sunday evening, but if I were to go back to Oxford before they get back I would be in trouble, I just know it. Gaaaaah. If I'd not taken this time off I could have had a whole extra day for every paper and still slotted in days off in between. They're just absolutely clueless. They don't even want to hear explanations. Chilling out is not an option. They think I can breeze through my exams and get a first without even trying, and that even if I don't then it doesn't matter.
Uuuuuugghhh. I don't know when I'll next be online. I'm taking my laptop up to Scotland but only because it's knackered and my uncle is a computer whizz. He might fix it, or he might tell me it can't be saved. I'm really hoping it's the former.
Til then, ave atque vale.
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