( private to self )Well, if you ask
me, ladies and gentlemen, I am
so relieved to see that moving into the dorms is
just the same
relaxing and
awesome experience it always is! Why, by four o' clock, the hallways
even smelled like body odour. It's like I've come home, or something!
But, ahhh, in all seriousness... no. Really. No.
Really. Let's go over this very quickly, boys and girls: you've had a few extra months of time away from school. Now, in the time you've been away, what could you have been doing? Finding the cure to cancer? Learning a foreign language? Pursuing an
undoubtedly promising career in animal husbandry? Or maybe,
juuust maybe, you could have taken five seconds out of your schedules to learn how to properly use a bar of soap. I don't know who it is that
apparently thought that waving it over their body at some point in their life counted as bathing, but whoever you are I would like to inform you that your stench is
not kosher.
Let's weigh our options according to levels of importance, shall we? Animal husbandry. Using soap.
Animal husbandry. Soap. And again, until
finally we conclude that
using soap and being
socially acceptable is very likely the
best plan out of the two. Really, now,
must we have this discussion? Contrary to popular belief, we are not a pig sty, and I
will start going around with a spray bottle full of soap and water if I must.
And on that lovely note,
hello, Idris. I'm sure you're
delighted to hear that I, Anya Panova, have returned to grace you all with my presence once again. (In before I'm accused of being a narcissist - I
am only joking, you know.) How was everyone's' break? I myself spent a
fabulous, oh, three or four months in a mundie school, which I can assure you was a real
slice. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to go into the library and hear eleven-year-olds get snapped at by man-eating tomes, if you can believe that.
SJCC members: (Oh, you
know you've missed reading that. Listen, darlings, it's me you're talking to. You can be honest.)
Our first meeting of the year will be at 6'o'clock PM sharp next Monday. I'll be preparing a general overview of what we're going to be discussing over the course of the next few months, so nothing aside from your brain and your ears are required. I'll also be preparing fliers soon, so any volunteers to help me hand those out after the New Year will be
most appreciated. As usual, tardiness is
not appreciated, nor is the presence of food, drinks, gum, or anything that can otherwise be spilled or stuck to the undersides of the furniture.
And
do keep the chit-chatting during meetings to a minimum. I understand that you think your relationship drama is pressing business and worth all the attention in the world, but I believe I'm speaking for everyone who isn't you when I say that I, for one, am not interested. Thank you! ♥