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I have an evil plan!

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Or at least it would seem so, wouldn’t it? Just look at this beautiful, colourful, paper-y chaos!

Every evil genius needs their planning tools.

Every evil genius needs their planning tools.

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A looooooot of tools!

Heh, I remember, back in high school, one of my teachers telling me off for -apparently- paying more attention in making my notes pretty and colourful than the lesson. She was kind of right, honestly. I only took Economics because I needed the credit, bu she was also wrong. I like colour-coding things. It makes them easier to remember. In elementary school (when books still have pretty pictures to go with the texts) I could remember better text surrounded by colour. That and the highlighter bug I think I caught from my mother. She was the one to teach me the difference between turning the page a different colour and actually highlighting the most important point.

So here I am, more than a decade later, almost compulsively taking multi-coloured and badly illustrated notes on all important modules. The beautiful chaos on these pictures is me trying to cobble together my thoughts and ideas for my thesis into something that makes sense to someone that does not have a psychic link with me. My supervisor advised me to make the outline in the form of a map in order to see how the different points I’m trying to make connect to one another. The end result is something like this:

A map alright. A map of the multiverse if you will.

A map alright. A map of the multiverse if you will.

I’m going to attempt and turn this to the standard bullet-point format but I am not sure I’ll manage. The thing is, as confusing (and frustrating at times) it was to make my little diagram (little, ha! That’s an A3 paper, baby!), when I look at it, it makes sense. Starting from the centre and moving outwards and clockwise, coming back to certain points again and again, I suppose it’s as close to an illustration of my thought process as I can get while remaining confined in two dimensions. Yeah, remember those awesome hologram things Tony Stark has in the MCU (that I will not even try to pretend I understand the “science” of)? Boy, would they have can in handy when I was working on this. Or the dangle-y paper thingies Megamind used. Really, the third (and fourth) dimensions are not used nearly enough. Also, once more, all together: What is it with me and crazy/evil geniuses?

Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll figure it out. Until then let us all be thankful I stuck with literature instead of the sciences. In the immortal words of the Big Bang Theory:

I may not have Sheldon’s IQ but… -cue the ominous music-

Ode to the IB

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We’re caught in a trap

I can’t walk out

Because it’s too late in the year

 

Why can’t you see

What you’re doing to me

When you don’t believe a word I say?

 

We can’t go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can’t pass our subjects

On suspicious minds

 

So, if I forget to cite a source

But it shows on Turnitin.com

Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

 

Here we go again

Another assessment redone

You can see these tears are real

I’m crying

 

We can’t go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can’t pass our subjects

On suspicious minds

 

Oh let our brains survive

Or erase the circles under our eyes

Let’s not give up so close to July

 

When IB, you know

I’ve never lied to you

Mmm yeah, yeah

In which there is something in the air

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And it’s neither the scent of my favourite candle nor a flesh-consuming virus. Actually I’m not quite sure WHAT it is. So, like the good scholar I pretend to be upon occasion, I will try to write myself to a conclusion.

Therefore, first things first! What are the symptoms? So far they include an even shorter temper that usual, exhaustion, tension in my back, all-around bad mood and insane chocolate cravings. And before you ask it, no, I am not pregnant. I am however very tired of feeling like I’ve boarded the proverbial roller coaster and forgot to get off. And besides…. hold on… Oh, damn! Yup, I know what the issues is here. Ladies and gentlemen I have managed to make exactly the same, soul-sucking mistake for the second time exactly ten years after my first monumental stupidity. I have forced myself to be social. No, I am neither a hermit nor an absolute misanthrope. I have simply always found the company of the written word much less stressful and infinitely more attractive. What happened ten years ago was that I changed schools just as I was beginning to go through puberty. Yeah, you know what they say: Never make life-altering decisions whilst under the influence of mind-altering substances. Never mind if these are secreted by your own brain. So in her unquestionable  wisdom 12-year-old me decided that a new school (tabula rasa and all) called for a new attitude towards humanity in general. (And it is at this point that every single little voice that ever rented space in my head felt the need for a collective facepalm.) But I tried. Like, earnestly tried to be more social, to navigate that horrifying setting that is middle school. The end result can be summed up in a few poignant words: I don’t want to remember 95% of those four years. I’m not exaggerating or being over-dramatic. That couple of years when I was eleven and twelve especially I would happily ignore in any flashback-inducing activity. Mercifully I realised what I was doing to myself and went back to my semi-lone wolf ways. And gods, I loved it!

And then uni came. And with it came tabula rasa round two. (On a side note, wouldn’t that be a wicked title for a crime film?) Only this time around I thought I knew better. For nearly three years I was fairly convinced (some might say deluded) that in terms of social obligations I did not exceed my -admittedly- limited skills. Yeah, this pretty much sums it up. The truly obnoxious thing about bad habits is that they sneak up on you just when you thought you’d escaped them. And this is how I find myself now, saddled with way too many social obligations which I am unable to drop because…well… I hate it when people say that’ll do something and then drop out the last second. Honestly, a large part of this unloading has had to do with background stressing over other things (about which I will be probably ranting at some point in the near future…) but it has also got me thinking. It’s not like I’ve been forced into any of the situations I find myself in. I was aware of what I was doing when I signed up for all these different groups and societies and what have you. I don’t even have the puberty excuse anymore or that of inexperience either.

So what is it? I am self-aware enough to know that being around people for more than a few hours (or days, depending how comfortable with/close to them I am) is just not good. I try to be optimistic about life in general but I know what will happen if I exceed my social interaction limits. It’s not pretty and it might even been damaging in the long term. I’d rather avoid becoming the neurotic one at any given setting. There’s more than enough drama queens to go around without me adding to the GSA (Global Stupidity Average). Maybe part of me is still that hopeful 12-year-old that wants to believe things will be different next time. And who knows, maybe they will be. Unfortunately this is here and now and things are not different yet. So, I suppose, until little-me’s wish comes true, I’ll just have to do what I do best: grit my teeth and bear it with what little social grace and understanding I have.

Reconstruction of the student council faces mixed reactions (by John Gaunt, editor)

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Much debate had arisen lately from the near complete reconstruction of the school’s student council. What started as a debate between Secretary Henry Hereford and Treasurer Thomas Mowbray over fund allocation, soon escalated to a full scale investigation. Richard Plantagenet, the President resigned when suspicions of his involvement in some rather questionable expenses was implied. He was shortly followed in this decision by member of the council, Bushy, Bagot and Green. Professor York, who led the investigation on behalf of the Parent-Teacher Organisation, has not publicly announced his results, however, rumours amongst the student body point to last semester’s notoriously expensive Winter Formal Dance’s tickets as well as the non-refundable, cancelled senior trip to Ireland.

Elections for the new student council were held last Friday. Henry Hereford was voted President by a sweeping majority. Henry Northumberland was appointed Vice-President, William Willoughby Secretary, while Harry Percy, Piece Exton and William Ross replaced members Bushy, Bagot and Green. Of the old council only Edward Aumerle, former Vice-President was re-elected, this time in the function of Treasurer.

While the majority of the student body greeted the reconstruction enthusiastically, there is still a small function that feels the change was unnecessary. When asked, Stephen Scroop, a year 10 student, said “This whole re-arrangement was altogether unnecessary. Hereford brings nothing new to the council, nor do the new-arrivals that accompanied him. Richard’s council was only dissolved due to allegations and frankly, we all have more important things to worry about than whether the seniors get an extra vacation or not.”

Victory over Agincourt! (by Alexander Court, sports reporter)

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In a rather marvellous repeat of last week’s victory over Harfleur High our football team crashed Agincourt’s team during overtime. Nicknamed by the newly appointed captain, Harry Bolingbroke, as the “lucky ones” our schools team entered the court today with the odds against them.

Gower, Fluellen and Macmorris, last year’s golden boys, graduated at the end of term and their replacements, Pistol, Nym and Bardolph, left much to be desired. Thomas Erpingham, hailed as the best goalkeeper the team ever had, had to leave the team due to an injury in the middle of the season, but his substitute, Michael Williams, held the front heroically if not a little hot-headedly.

More disputed was Erpingham’s, displacement as team captain by Bolingbroke. Mainly an offensive player, Hal has been notorious for switching between being the main strength of the team and its bane at the drop of the hat. His attitude and his infallible aim when it comes to scoring penalties have gained him the nickname “the dreaded Five” amongst his peers. It seemed however that captaincy suited Hal like a glove. Despite some complaints voice by former mid-fielder Thomas Grey, the string of victories the “lucky ones” have achieved speaks for itself.

The gloss of these recent victories seemed to heighten the tension on the field today. Louis Guyenne, captain of the opposing team was characteristically heard before the match declaring that “Henry Bolingbroke would be more fit in a ball pit than a football field.” Unfortunately this comment was made within earshot of some of Harry’s teammates which might account for some of the more aggressive tackling going on during the first half of the game.

BREAKING NEWS: As Missy Quickly, our resident gossip collector, informs me Agincourt’s defeat was more personal than we poor sport reporters had suspected. In fact, I am told that the stunning presence on Harry’s side during the after-victory party was none other than Louis Guyenne’s younger sister, Kate, who appeared to prefer Stratford High’s partying sect over smoothing her brother’s ruffled feathers.

 

Stratford High

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Stratford High, run by an eccentric literature professor named William Shakespeare is an explosive cocktail of figures and characters with distinctive personality traits, a love for the dramatic and an irrepressible need to monologue.

Stratford High is also my pet project as I revise for my Shakespeare module exam. Each post is loosely based on the plot of the play I am currently revisiting and presented as an article for the school’s newspaper, The Folio. Some articles might come from the less reputable magazine, Quarto, but we respectfully ask the readers not to put much stock on these gossipmongers hijacking our page.

Without further Ado and in honour of Mister Shakespeare’s 450th birthday I give you Stratford High through the eyes of its students.

 

 

***Let it be without saying that this series is posted with all due respect an acknowledgement to William Shakespeare, who I’m sure would be laughing his wig off at my attempts to borrow his characters and/or plots if he could actually read them.