Saturday night, and I was supposed to finish a Business worksheet on costs. Instead I opened the sketchbook that lives under my Maths folder, which is a bad filing system…
Tuesday evening, the first full week of proper IGCSE, and I spent twenty minutes staring at a line that went up and then flattened. No numbers on the side. No…
Sunday night, and I finally opened The Cherry Orchard. It was on the World Literature list I stared at two days ago and did not close. Chekhov. A house, a…
Tonight I was supposed to finish a page of Maths, but Clair de Lune has been playing in my room for so long that I stopped counting. I know the…
School starts properly next week. Or this week. It depends who you ask, and whether you count the afternoon they handed out the reading lists as “starting.” I have four…
I read Oscar Wilde’s The Nightingale and the Rose on Thursday night, which was a mistake only because I then couldn’t fall asleep. It’s on the IGCSE World Literature list…
In December the Bank of England cut Bank Rate to 3.75%, and the news sounded like a door opening. I remember the tone more than I remember any graph. It…
There is a window in town with a bag on a pedestal, lit as if it were a small painting. I do not want the bag. I want to understand…
I have started keeping receipts, which is not a personality I planned. Not in a scrapbook. In the inside pocket of my bag, until they turn pale and I throw…
Today was the exhibition for my Year 9 capstone, 2 June, and the whole project fits in a white box you can hold in two hands. It is a music…
Hannah