New Date

I’ve been sent a new date for my driving test. It’s two weeks on Monday. Didn’t realise it could happen so fast. I really need some more lessons before then or it might all go tits up again. Though obviously last time wasn’t my fault.. Shit, what if I get the same examiner? Maybe I can request a different one. Must look into getting that sorted.. Sal should be able to take me out this afternoon after lunch. It’s the least she can do.

Stayed up until 3:15 this morning chatting to Miles Evans. We used to be really good friends. We spent loads of time together in the 3^rd and 4^th year and then he starting hanging out with Henry the whole time. Must have known he was a good bet to be head of house and stuck to him like glue. Now Miles is deputy head and I’m wearing the same tie I arrived with nearly five years ago. Who wants to be a prefect anyway? What a load of hassle, even if it does beef up your uni application form. Oh, speaking of which, I’ve registered with the choral society so that’s going on all my paperwork from now on. In fact I can probably leave as soon as Hargreaves signs it and I’ve sent it all off. Might start making some more stuff up too. Juliet Wilson visits old people every Thursday afternoon. If I show that I’m a really caring sort that’s bound to help my chances. I’ve decided to apply to Roehampton after all. Hargreaves insists it’s my best shot, though there’s no WAY I’m going to live at home if I get in. I’ll have to tell Dad and Mother that you HAVE to live in halls for the first year or something. They’ve never been to university – what do they know?