| 006; 9 March, 1978 |
[09 Mar 2012|04:21pm] |
( Warded Private. )
Warded Against Adults, Prefects, and Heads.
Greetings, fellow students. It's a bit later in the year than I normally do this, but all the better to keep our professors on their toes, yes?
I think it's about time for my annual peaceful protest against the uniforms. If you'd like to participate, I'm planning for it to be next Friday (that is, a week from today), March 16th. This is a peaceful protest, and as always, the goal is not to just run amok throughout the school, but to prove that we are young adults who are capable of making our own wardrobe choices that are not in any way overly disruptive. Which means, no, I'm not asking you to go to class starkers.
Rather, if you would like to participate, I simply ask that you attend your classes on Friday as normal, but wearing your regular clothes, as you might for going to Hogsmeade tomorrow, instead of your uniform. Nothing too outrageous, please, and yes you ought to be fully clothed. We simply want to show our professors that we are far more comfortable in our own clothes and, therefore, will be more likely to be attentive in their classes -- which also means no dozing off in class if you are participating, please.
If your professor asks that you return to your dormitory to change into your uniform, politely refuse, and remain seated at your desk for as long as you can manage. We won't be fighting back against our professors, or raising our voices. We are simply attempting to attend our classes, like normal, in our regular clothes.
You may receive detentions and loss of points for your house for this. That is, unfortunately, the price of protest. Keep that in mind when deciding whether or not to join me next Friday.
This is all warded against the adults of the school, as well as all Prefects and the Head Boy and Girl. If you know of any prefects who would be willing to join us in this peaceful protest without ratting us out to the professors, you're welcome to inform them of it.
Thank you, lovely denizens of Hogwarts, for your time in reading this.
In the interest of not being tortured by my sister and mother again, I think I'll be staying here over the Easter holiday next month. My eyebrows stung after the round of torture they subjected me to over Christmas.
In honour of Hogsmeade tomorrow, the streaks in my hair are orange today.
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| 005; 14 February, 1978 |
[14 Feb 2012|09:22am] |
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In honour of the day, I have brought the streaks back. I don't remember why I haven't been doing them this year.
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| 004; 4 February, 1978 |
[04 Feb 2012|10:52am] |
I have decided that sleep is wholly overrated, so I will no longer take part in it. By eliminating my need to sleep, I'll be able to study in the wee hours of the night when the common room is nice and quiet because everyone else is squandering away the nighttime hours.
In other news: I have decided that coffee is the new nectar of the gods. Forget that ambrosia crap, it doesn't hold a candle to my sweet sweet sludge.
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| 003; 1 January, 1978 |
[01 Jan 2012|03:34pm] |
I am so ready to get back to school. Mum and Laura ganged up on me and subjected me to hours of torture yesterday. I guess they wanted to end the year with a bang. Dad's out of the country on some kind of research trip or other, so I'm trapped with those two until the train takes me back to school. I would have thought that being 18 would make it easier to get away from them, but in lacking money for renting a room somewhere, I've not many other options.
Oh, and happy 1978, everybody. May the year be prosperous and awesome and et cetera. I'm mostly looking forward to being done with school even though I still have no idea what I'll do afterwards and out there in that real world I've heard so much about. Also looking forward to seeing what kind of Professor this new Egg guy is. I've read his books, so I'm interested to meet him in person.
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| 002; 16 December, 1977 |
[16 Dec 2011|10:07pm] |
So, wonderful denizens of Hogwarts. We finish kicking the collective arse of our exams early next week, followed by the train home on Thursday, and then it's two glorious weeks of holiday until classes start back up again.
Two whole weeks without seeing each others' bright shiny faces day in and day out ... how will we all survive? I hope someone has already begun thinking of ways to remedy that! Come on, everybody, who's having the wild and crazy parties over hols, hm?
Also, where did all the mistletoe go? I was hoping to charm some to hover over Flitwick's head all day next week, as a thank you for not giving us seventh years an exam, and to show him why he didn't.
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| 001; 12 December, 1977, wee hours of the morning |
[12 Dec 2011|01:05am] |
Anyone else think it would rock to have a practical History of Magic exam, instead of a written one? I, personally, would love to reenact the Goblin Rebellion of 1612.
By the way, fellow Ravenclaws, I just ask that if you see my lifeless form slumped over in the common room around lunchtime, you kindly wake me for my arithmancy exam this afternoon, thank you. Until then, I shall be studying here until my eyes melt out of my head. Or until my head explodes from too much knowledge being crammed into it.
Any bets on the sound an exploding-from-too-much-knowledge head makes? My theory is a small *pumf* sound, as knowledge isn't particularly noisy in its natural form. I say we find some firsties to experiment on.
[ Warded Private to Self. ]
Note to self, exam schedule:
- None for Runes, CoMC, Charms, or Muggle Studies. Thank you, Professors Babbling, Kettleburn, Flitwick, and Stalk.
- Arithmancy: Monday afternoon (written)
- Defense: Tuesday afternoon (practical)
- Astronomy: Tuesday night (practical)
- Herbology: Wednesday afternoon (written)
- History of Magic: Thursday afternoon (written, unfortunately. CURSE YOU AND YOUR BORINGNESS, BINNS.)
- Potions: Friday afternoon (practical)
- Transfig: Next Monday afternoon (practical) [ End Ward. ]
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