I went to school this morning for P.E. It was good actually, we played a big rugby tournament, and we came second out of eight teams. It was a laugh, but I think I broke about four of my fingers in the process, I can't move them and they are already black with bruising! After that I decided to go home, but I did sign out for once instead of just leaving, and I had a valid excuse, so Moyra the prune, also known as the receptionist couldn't argue like usual. And I got to miss Geography and Art, so it was worth it. I was planning on starting my summer holidays today, but I'm going to have to go in on Wednesday now, probably.
Before I left I bumped into Mr. Charles, the head of P.E. department. He asked for a word and told me that he thinks I should chose P.E. as one of my options next year. He was going on a bit but said he thinks I'm good at all aspects of it, which is cool I guess; although he is probably having problems getting people to sign up so he is trying to blag me into it! That's probably the real reason, but I still think I'm going to do it, it's easier than the other options were given, and like hell I'm doing Health Care of Business Studies next year!
He also told me that its sports day on Wednesday, and he hopes I come in, seen as there aren't many decent athletes in the yellow team, so he hopes I can make a difference. I wonder why he is doing so much butt kissing, he must be really desperate to get people to sign up for next year! I think I'll go in I think, after all there will be no lessons and it means I won't have to wear my stupid uniform either.
Mom was in when I got back from school, and she taped all four of my fingers together, claiming that 'I should take more care while playing sports,' and 'I'm too competitive to realise that I've hurt myself.' There's nothing wrong with wanting to win is their!! I again noticed she was being nicer than usual, so she is definitely up to something, but I haven't asked yet. Just because she has been nice two days in a row doesn't mean I'm going to do whatever it is she wants.
I had another talking lesson with Cazz earlier tonight after I bathed her. She hasn't improved but I don't really think she was concentrating all that much. She kept pulling faces at me while giggling all night, then fell asleep on me while gripping my little finger, so I had to stay like that with her for over an hour until she let go! I didn't want to risk waking her up or making her cry by moving her hand, so I just left her where she was. Mom was taking the piss saying I am too soft with her, but I'm not, there's nothing wrong with looking after my little sister. She should get her priorities in the right order. Family first, then smokes. Anyway, I don't mind looking after our Cazy all the time 'cos she's the cutest baby in the world and I'm going to have her talking in no time!
Jack.
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