Today was quite a good day actually. I got 4 miles up on my pedometer which was a very nice outcome.
Firstly, if you follow my Twitter, you may have seen a few posts about commuting, which may seem a little odd, seeing as I don't actually have a job.
By commute, I mean "go to chemistry". That sounds weirder to be fair, but it makes sense. My school has 4 students doing A2 science and a massive excess of Biology teachers (about 9). We only have one chemistry teacher, who is also my biology teacher, who only does AS chemistry. So we have to go to another school for it. The school made a deal with a school about half an hours drive away on the other side of the city, which I'm cool with because the teachers are really good and friendly and the equipment is excellent. Also, one of my teachers looks like Tina Fey which makes me giggle sometimes.
Anyhoo, today was good because 2 of my travelling companions weren't in. This may sound mean, but one of them goes to a different school that's on the same route and she get's dropped off first. When she isn't in, we can leave a lot later because we can save about 10 minutes by taking an alternative route. The other is one of my chemistry buddies, he's usually always there, but he's on a Uni open day, so he got to play with chemicals all day anyway.
The issue when all 4 of us are in, is that our taxi is just too small. Kathryn gets in the front, because she gets dropped off first. Then me, Tatianna and Logan get in the back. Me and Logan are not small people at all and Tatianna gets the tiny middle seat, bless her. This is all in a Peugeot 406. People + bags + coats in the cold = negative room. So me and Tatianna had a lovely non cramped journey, which obviously set they day up well. We also were on time for the first time in ages, as we are normally about 15 to 30 minutes late to lessons due to idiotic taxi services that don't have taxis in the area. Surely the point of a taxi is to be in my area when I need it? Nope, that would be too helpful.
So we get there on time, and we're told a) well done on being on time, and b) that we're doing a new topic. This sounds ok until the teacher says that we are starting transition metals and ligands. Let's admit it, that doesn't exactly sound exhilarating, but then a shopping trolley FULL of chemicals is wheeled into the class. We literally stare at this mass of bottles and jars, made of all these different bright colours. We were told the best way to learn about transition metals is to play with them and try and work out how the reactions work.
You know how science looks on TV, with bottles of red, yellow, green, blue and pink stuff in them? That's what we did. We made bright bottles of joy, as I called them. It really was the best chemistry less on I've had, mainly because I understood it first time around, which for a topic like ligands is very rare. I can easily do equations with mono and bidentate ligand on complexes, which sounds mighty impressive.
It was made all the sweeter, knowing that Logan had missed the funnest lesson in the year. He gloats about getting As and me getting Ds, but I know I've been a REAL scientist today.
Waiting for the bus home, I'm at the stop and a Severn Trent van goes past (Severn Trent is the area water provider, for you non Coventrians). Tatianna and I hear this shouting and we assume it's a scrap metal wagon or a very optimistic political canvasser. But no, it's a tannoy on the top of the Severn Trent van saying that water will be disrupted for the next 4 hours. All of a sudden, almost in unison, about 10 old ladies come out of their houses to figure out what's going on. I'm talking to them all explaining, as they all didn't quite get it. Glad I could help is all I could say. It was strange to say the least though, not something you see everyday.
When I get home, Mum asks whether I can watch my ill brother for a while so she can get some milk or something from the shops. I joking say on the way out whether she can get me a Burger King on the way home, knowing full well she won't do it, as we don't really eat fast food other than on days when the cooker is broken or someone has had a birthday or something. 2 hours later, she only bloody comes home with a Whopper meal for my dinner. WHAT. She said it was because I meant it when I asked for it, which I didn't, but I have a sneaking suspicion that she couldn't be bothered to cook.
Haha, joking about not being bothered, but I certainly wasn't complaining. It was a nice treat which carried on the good fortune of the day.
She also brings me home some blank DVDs. Why you ask? I was uber pissed off yesterday because I couldn't find DVDs for burn an ISO of Windows for my Boot Camp folder. She overheard and picked me some up. Aint she a doll?
Boot Camp ended up working with Steam in tow and my BluRay of Inception arrived too, so I watched that. Gonna watching it again after writing this actually. It is very good.
Basically, everything has been perfect, and seeing as though it has just turned midnight, I am claiming Wednesday, December 8th 2010 to be one of my most perfect days.
Quotes of the day from everyone that mattered:
"Sorry dear, you just walked past the taxi, he's just waiting for Tatianna" School secretary on my trajectory straight past the taxi. The woman is an organisational powerhouse and wonderful person to boot.
"This is concentrated HCl, so you'll need goggles. And if you have a cold, get a lungful of it, it'll sort you right out." My chemistry teacher on the medicinal effects of H+ ions on chesty coughs.
"Thankyou dearie, I thought he was talking about those bloody Lib Dems" A lovely old lady commenting on the loudspeakers.
"Of course I was going to get you a Burger King, it's no trouble, you asked for one after all!" Mum.
Going to a pantomime after school tomorrow, thus proving you are never too old to enjoy Hansel and Gretel.
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