9th January
It's Wednesday and I already need a holiday. It's pretty hectic at school, just today one gal decided to get her ear pierced on the toilet. With a compasses. And no disinfection. Why was she so surprised that in two hours her ear was itchy and getting a light purple colour?
Another gal got a concussion, because she broke one side of her glasses and walked straight into the wall next to the door. I wouldn't have believed that – I would probably think it a terribly cover up for a bullying – had she not done the same right in front of me. Twice.
One lad was cheating during a test and the professor – wanting to warn him – threw a ruler onto the desk next to him, too bad the professor missed and the lad ended with a stitches on his forehead.
Another lad was brought to me from a PE lesson with his arm dislocated. He tried to do a somersault and failed.
Two gals – who were obviously sharing a snack – got food-poisoned because they ate a sour yoghurt.
Seven more children with pox. Great.
Anderson visited me with a burn on his shoulder. I didn't ask him how he got it, but by the way he refused to look at me, I suspect Sherlock threw some of his experiment at him.
That's another thing occupying my time and mind. When bored, Sherlock is truly and honestly nightmare. And for some reason everyone thought I wanted to know whatever it was he did this time.
Principal Greg came and told me Sherlock stole his keys and lesson plans. How exactly he managed to steal something from Greg's table while the man was in the room is a mystery. A mystery I don't really want to unravel.
Sally Donovan – young and rather pretty teacher, who is unfortunately desperately boring – came to inform me Sherlock is throwing things at her every time he sees her. I told her that maybe that's better than throwing insults at her, because it's more straight-forward and honest. She informed me she is a woman, which was really curious since I never thought otherwise.
One of the pupils told me – while I was bandaging her ear – that professor Holmes is the best, because he came, sat onto the chair and told them they should just imagine whatever it is they want him to tell them, because teaching is too dull for him to try today.
All in all.. I got far too many information. I would be able to write his curriculum vitae by now and it will still be sorted under the 'psychology' section instead of under 'biographies'.
Third and still the most important and still most boring thing on my mind and on my day plan is Ostranski and we – me and the Trio – are camping in front of his house. We found out that if we just make ourselves comfortable in the small park down the street from his house, we can still watch him. Therefore I took a blanket and warned the boys to wear warm clothes and we are having a picnic. One of them took cards as well and I taught them poker, so it's much more fun now.
Every now and then we sign a visit to our reports, or one of us takes a little walk after him when he leaves his house.
Most important information probably was that he goes to bed every day at eleven, so after that we can usually go home, with just one of us keeping watch. We tried hacking into a camera to watch his house, but there isn't even one in his street, so too bad for us.
I am keeping watch tomorrow, so it's an early night for me today. I need to have enough energy the next day.