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chaletianInteresting beasties, those quizzes, weren't they? And interesting to see what random things lots of people think the same about you (if that sentence makes any sense to you, well done).
1. I can see why people might think I took French, English and History for A-level, but it is in fact a LIE. For I hated English with a burning passion at school. I was in a class with all the crap people in my year, and none of my friends (they split off the last bit of each form to create a new English group in the UIV because our class sizes were too big), and I've never really enjoyed English as a subject anyway, and JC on a stick, there are only so many essays about setting and atmosphere in Lord of the Flies that one can write. Well, I say one. I mean 'you'. As in, not me. I don't think I wrote that particular essay. Or, indeed, many other essays that I was supposed to. It was miracle that, when it came time to submit coursework for ye olde Language and Lit GCSEs, that I actually had enough work to submit. Also a bit of a miracle that... well, not that I passed, because, y'know, functioning brain, but that I managed to get an A* for both, espesh given that I hadn't actually read one of my literature set texts. A high point for bullshit over hard work, je pense.
Anyway, after that rant about how much I hated English, I shall reveal that I took Maths instead. I love Maths very, very much indeed, and have done since I was 9 and actually had a teacher who thought teaching it to girls was worth the bother. (Ooh, on that note, I get quite thrilled about the number 13 when it crops up. I actually squee. Because I'm a freak. I occasionally get excited about 22 because it's (a) my birthday date and (b) the number of my favourite hymn (I am the Lord of the Dance said he...) in the Come and Praise hymn book that we had in primary school, but not at all in the same way. But if you put 22, consider yourself more or less right.)
2. I do not have sugar in my tea. Yuck. Most of you clearly thought that the 'in a very small cup' option was a comedy answer, but no, it was not. I have three very small cups: two patterned ones from France, and a Beatrix Potter one. I never finish a full mug of tea, so I have a little bit in a little cup and it's all fine.
3. No Johnny Cash in our kitchen? Our world would crumble...
4. I used to dress up Chris as Evil Edna, from Willo the Wisp. Which, obviously, you're only going to know if I actually told you. I was always Mavis the Good Fairy. Clearly miscast, as I was a complete evil pain in the backside until I was about fifteen.
5. Many people seemed to get that Grandma had once combed a bathmat. I have clearly told that anecdote far more times than I thought. Don't go thinking that she hadn't done the other things, though. Oh no. Well, not the dying her hair green (as far as I know), but I wouldn't put it past her.
Once again, see how I love to talk about myself. Will go and hide in a corner. Briefly.
1. I can see why people might think I took French, English and History for A-level, but it is in fact a LIE. For I hated English with a burning passion at school. I was in a class with all the crap people in my year, and none of my friends (they split off the last bit of each form to create a new English group in the UIV because our class sizes were too big), and I've never really enjoyed English as a subject anyway, and JC on a stick, there are only so many essays about setting and atmosphere in Lord of the Flies that one can write. Well, I say one. I mean 'you'. As in, not me. I don't think I wrote that particular essay. Or, indeed, many other essays that I was supposed to. It was miracle that, when it came time to submit coursework for ye olde Language and Lit GCSEs, that I actually had enough work to submit. Also a bit of a miracle that... well, not that I passed, because, y'know, functioning brain, but that I managed to get an A* for both, espesh given that I hadn't actually read one of my literature set texts. A high point for bullshit over hard work, je pense.
Anyway, after that rant about how much I hated English, I shall reveal that I took Maths instead. I love Maths very, very much indeed, and have done since I was 9 and actually had a teacher who thought teaching it to girls was worth the bother. (Ooh, on that note, I get quite thrilled about the number 13 when it crops up. I actually squee. Because I'm a freak. I occasionally get excited about 22 because it's (a) my birthday date and (b) the number of my favourite hymn (I am the Lord of the Dance said he...) in the Come and Praise hymn book that we had in primary school, but not at all in the same way. But if you put 22, consider yourself more or less right.)
2. I do not have sugar in my tea. Yuck. Most of you clearly thought that the 'in a very small cup' option was a comedy answer, but no, it was not. I have three very small cups: two patterned ones from France, and a Beatrix Potter one. I never finish a full mug of tea, so I have a little bit in a little cup and it's all fine.
3. No Johnny Cash in our kitchen? Our world would crumble...
4. I used to dress up Chris as Evil Edna, from Willo the Wisp. Which, obviously, you're only going to know if I actually told you. I was always Mavis the Good Fairy. Clearly miscast, as I was a complete evil pain in the backside until I was about fifteen.
5. Many people seemed to get that Grandma had once combed a bathmat. I have clearly told that anecdote far more times than I thought. Don't go thinking that she hadn't done the other things, though. Oh no. Well, not the dying her hair green (as far as I know), but I wouldn't put it past her.
Once again, see how I love to talk about myself. Will go and hide in a corner. Briefly.
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Date: 2007-03-06 10:48 am (UTC)As to the English Lit, never did like that, it actually put me off reading for enjoyment for a while, I would find myself trying to analyse texts and not enjoying a story for being a story or a poem for being a poem anymore.
22 is indeed a good number - and also the number for Hampshire Library services, who supply me with more books than any other library authority in the UK.
The world would surely crumble without Johnny Cash?
Ah Willow the Whisp...I haven't seen that for so long.
I do not know the annecdote about your Grandma combing a bath mat, but it sounded like the sort of thing mine would have done...
Nothing wrong with talking about yourself, is that not what the purpose of LJ mainly is? :)