30th March 2009

 The whole of year 11  was called into assembly on Tuesday morning. We all braced ourselves for trouble (we were usually only called in when someone had stolen/defaced something/set off the fire alarm). But as Mr. Simmonds face wasn't at all red and there was a distinct lack of pacing about, I soon guessed it must be about something else. 

Mr. Simmonds announced that a new boy would be starting at the school, which wasn't exactly huge news. No-one seemed the least bit interested until he began to explain who it was. 

The school buzzed all Tuesday afternoon with the news that Joe, the son of a legendary (read: old but rich) rock guitarist would be joining our year.

 At lunch time the computer room was filled with people queuing up to post it on bebo. I half thought about emailing Jack. I mean it was a good reason to get in contact...it was exciting news. 

When Wednesday morning came it was like walking into a different school. When Arleen met me in the concourse she raised an eyebrow: 'Is it prom today? Did I not get the memo?'. Surveying the scene a sea of girls stretched out, closely grouped and adjusting coiffed hair and lipgloss. The smell of perfume was overwhelming. It seemed like the female contingent of the school was a little overexcited about the arrival of Joe Rooke. But Joe didn't arrive that day or the day after. 

So its back to life as we know it. Unfortunately. 

p.s. Jenny tried to hand in the receipt for her prom dress to the committee treasurer on the grounds that it was 'as important as [she] looked good, as it was that the room looked good on prom night'. Alan is not exactly Mr. Assertive and Jenny looked like she was going to get her way until Katy slipped a note to the Head who quickly intervened and made it clear that 'no personal expenses can be charged to the prom account'. Jenny is such a moron.

16th March 2009

I can’t believe I put all that effort in to being elected on to the prom committee! What a waste of time! They may as well have asked a bunch of fifth years to organise it.
Jenny and Darren are heading up the decorations committee but they have no clue. They walk around like they’ve been commissioned to redecorate the palace of Versailles and don’t seem to have cottoned on to the fact that our budget is not unlimited. I seem to have to spend most of my time trying to sway a no vote against their hair brained schemes. Do you know what they suggested today? They’ve found someone on ebay willing to hire them a lion to stand at the entrance. A LION! Ridiculous!
Katy has really come through with the venue though. Her Dad does a lot of business with a local hotel and she’s managed to book their converted barn at a discount. They do loads of weddings in there and so they already have fairy lights along the beams. Of course Jenny and Darren (who don’t like anything unless it costs a lot of money) tried to pass a vote to say that we wouldn’t use the lights because it was too ‘Colleen and Wayne’. They were totally outvoted.
We also got the photographer sorted out (finally ☺). About four companies said they would do it for free and all acted as if they were doing us a favour. But we know that it was only free because they knew they would get loads of business from people buying prints of the photos. Anyway, they were all pretty eager so I asked them how much they would pay (or rather ‘donate) to be the only photographer at our prom. The winning company offered £200 – so that’s another £200 we’ve got to play with!
But all of this is of course totally unimportant because I still don’t know who I’m going to go with. Can you even imagine being on the prom committee going to prom ALONE. Horrendous.
Michael was following me around again today. I’ll never have a chance with anyone as long as he insists on telling everyone that we are destined to be together. He hasn’t asked me to prom yet but I know he will. That would be awful. Especially if its anything like the valentines day incident. The memory of him bent down on one knee, outstretched arm holding an ‘I love you’ teddy is burned on to my brain. So embarrassing!
I’ve thought about emailing Jack to ask him to go with me (just as a friend of course). It’s been ages and we always used to have a laugh together. I haven’t heard from him much since we went to secondary school. It’s such a shame his Dads job was relocated. 120 miles is not that far, but being in different schools is like being in different worlds. It seems crazy; one minute your best friends and then next you hardly know each other any more.
I’m putting all my hope on the new boy who is due in to my class next week. Let’s just hope he’s nothing like the last new boy who has just been suspended (AGAIN) for the same reason as last time (except that this time his hair was blue and he’d painted his bum red).