I could've slept another 2 hours

I think I was confused as to exactly when the teacher of my class 11 was coming back. I thought it was this Friday, but seeing as I turned up to her 7.50am lesson and there was no one there, I'm thinking it must be next Friday. The teachers at my school do seem to have a habit of just randomly going off on holiday for weeks at a time, unannounced.

At least I got to come home and finish my cup of tea, which was still warm. Glad my school's only a 10 minute walk away or I'd have been much more annoyed. And I'm quite annoyed already.

Off to Dresden this afternoon to visit Pipsquin and experience the delights of the East! Will determine once and for all if frickin' Sabine in 'Ich fühle mich so 50/50' (if you weren't forced to read this poor excuse for a novel at A level, I envy you) was right to whinge about the east, then move to the west and whinge more. As yet, I have not found the choice of cheese in the west too overwhelming, so we will see.

On another note, sign this if I haven't already harassed you to do so. Or next year, there will be no year abroad blogs to read.
http://www.petitiononline.com/BCLA2010/petition.html

Cheers.
Dora.
xxx

edit: just got back from school. Made the mother of all mispronunciations in front of my year 12 class. Instead of Zwangsjacke (straitjacket), I may have said Schwanzjacke (penisjacket). Fail. To be honest, I think they were kind not to laugh at me more.