House Notes

Henry’s asked me to help him fine tune (his words) the house notes for this term. Feel rather honoured actually. I thought he was a bit of a meat head to be honest but if he’s picking up on the fact that I’m actually something of a wit then he can’t be as dense as all that. Of course now the pressure is on. When I said yes last night I thought I knew every morsel of house gossip there was but now I think about it I hardly know anything. Still, I’m sure that between us we can come up with something terribly droll.

My stomach’s already in knots about the bloody uni interview letters. Alex Dudley has already had an invitation to an attend interview from Oxford for Christ’s sake. No doubt he got his application in weeks ahead of the closing date but still. What if none of them want to see me?? Not going to happen of course but I can’t get the worry out of my mind. The shame of it. I suppose I should worry more about passing the actual A-levels in the first instance. English this afternoon. Shouldn’t be too hard. I’m hoping there’s an Othello question. There’d better be. It’s the only Shakespeare I’ve got to grips with. That Iago was a bit of a shit wasn’t he? I mean we’re all a little bit racist from time to time but that really takes the cake…

Zoe will be in my English exam. I’m going to try and instigate a conversation with her afterwards. Maybe even see if she fancies a cup of tea in my study. I know that’s a ridiculous notion as I will hopelessly chicken out of saying anything at all when I actually see her but still. The thought’s there.