Everyone’s looking at me.

Well, it has been one heck of a week.

Despite having a viral infection, people keep asking me questions to which I cannot respond as I have lost my voice, and it hurts to talk anyway. They also think it’s fine to smoke and aggravate my airways. I started developing headaches at the beginning of the week, and it got worse after we went to watch The Taming of the Shrew. The play was very good, though not as fantastical as A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I was glad that the actors were all females. Shakespearean times saw male actors alone, so how was this a bad thing? I thought it was very liberating.  However, a portion of the audience didn’t seem to think so, and they were hung over the fact that girls were kissing. I heard females express their disgust, and males were cheering them on. For one, they’re actors and people should understand that, and I don’t understand the audience’s reactions. Honestly, this is the 21st century, and I think people shouldn’t be so disapproving of non-heterosexual relationships.

Anyway, the station reminded me very much of Harry Potter. Which was perfect, because I’ve been acting quite obsessed for the past month. I kept calling for Harry. I’m sure people found me strange, others amusing. We called Miss Thai ‘Mother Duck/mum’ the entire day and elicited quite a few reactions. It was fun embarrassing her in front of the workers when we decided to run at a wall as if we were searching for Platform 9¾.

The train was like Hogwarts’ Express, and I couldn’t help but Photoshop Harry and Dumbledore into a few pictures. We all had our DS consoles out and were very serious about our gaming. It was hilarious.

After that day, everyone started developing symptoms, and Charles coined the term ‘Shrew Flu’. It relates to the play, and the viral infection that half of the school has, which I found very clever.

What I definitely did not find clever was what that imbecilic bastard did. Johnny was wearing a bright red jumper during the day, and he’s a tall guy, and yet his neighbour somehow didn’t see him, and somehow reversed, and somehow he fucking ran him over and kept reversing. A 1/10 chance of survival, and 10CM away from the wheels reaching his face, and he came out with cuts and bruises. He’s very, very lucky, and we’re all very glad he’s okay. I cannot begin to comprehend how someone cannot realise they’ve run somebody over.

This brings me to something else that annoys me. I feel as if I am one of few in existence with common sense. Sure, I know a lot of people with decent common sense, but it never extends far beyond that. People are so dependent on other human beings that it gets to a point where nobody can do anything for themselves. Then they turn to me. People often turn to me. I don’t know what it is, because I always assure people that I’m not somebody who can comfort or solve or achieve. I’m always fairly busy, and it’s harder for me to do things when I have enough trouble at home. People expect so much from me. Thanks, Charles, for agreeing.

Charles :)

Somebody: Ohh, I’ll get Kirstie to do it.
Somebody 2: Oh yeah, she’s good.
BEFORE DUE DATE
Somebody: Kirstie, you done it yet?

Somebody: Buy you can’t spend your time doing it, we have to practice English!
Steven: I can’t do it anymore.
Somebody: Kirstie will.

Miss K: Can you write a poem Kirstie?
Kirstie: No, I’m busy.
Miss K: Cool, see that poem on Friday.

If I do say so myself, I believe my life is exactly like that. People think I’m psychic, but I’m not. They assume I’ll know I have to do something and they’ll never mention it, then they’ll be defensive if confronted.

Somebody:
But Kirstie was doing it!
EVERYBODY TURNS TO KIRSTIE
Kirstie:
What? Doing what? Nobody ever mentioned anything!
*DISAPPROVING FACES*