Mayflower was proper stressful today. Everyone’s going on about studying now because it counts toward the final AS grade. EVERYONE: Saf, Sean, Sonia, Manpreet, Tonita, Nabila, even my Josh. They’re all PROPER OBSESSED with getting good homework grades and getting good AS grades ’cos everyone reckons if you get good AS grades then you can get good A2 levels next year and then if you get good predicted A2 grades and have good hobbies and stuff for your uni application forms then you can go to a good uni. Then if you go to a good uni you can get a good job and if you got a good job you can buy a big house and if you work hard every day after that you can get an even better job and… and… bloody hell I’m knackered just listening to everyone.
That’s one good thing about knocking about with Carrie. She ain’t like everyone else. Carrie didn’t show up until noon today and when Mr. Douglas started nagging her about missing Business Studies class she just tutted and said she’d done a Fake Bake deep-bronze tan last night and it was still sticky so she couldn’t get her thong on over her lady-garden. Mr. Douglas’s face went so RED. I love Carrie Draper. She is bare jokes. I can’t see Barney’s business lasting long with her in charge, mind you.