Thomas: Transfer Deadline Day. A day that begins in vain hope and inevitably ends in a flurry of tears and broken dreams. Nothing ever seems to happen. All the good signings get announced the next morning usually so there's no point in following the latest updates. And yet I do. Like a hawk. Like a hawk waiting for that tasty tasty field mouse to pop out of its house for the weekly grocery shop. But, inevitably, it's never worth it because any mouse that only leaves its house once a week won't be a very tasty meat. And that's what deadline day is. A stringy and disappointingly chewy anti-climax.
Dave: At least it's snowing.
Thomas: At least it's snowing? At least it's snowing!?!? I had to walk in that blizzard today, not fun. Imagine being attacked by a maniac with a giant fan and lots of freezing cold papier-mache. That's what it was like.
Dave: *tear* :-| It's snow, did you not expect it to be cold??!! It's the bitter sweet beauty of this amazing geographical phenomenon, that's so rarely seen, in Scotland at least, during these times of Global Warming. I had lots of fun today, although I didn't make a snowman... go sledging... or have a proper snowball fight... :-S. Still it was nice to look at, and there's always that little voice in your head that says:
"The school might have to shut early! You might get sent home!! There might be no school tomorrow!!"
We even got a tannoy just before the end of the afternoon (just to raise our hopes a little more), that informed us that "The School is going to close..." You could almost hear the collective intake of breath around the school before "...at 6pm this evening due to adverse weather, so there will be no extra-curricular activities tonight and the A.G.M. has been cancelled".
The air of disbelief hung over us for a few seconds... "An A.G.M! Oh no!" commented some witty pupil, before we banished that small, hopeful voice from our minds and sank once again back to the drudgery of education.
And as the bell pulsed its 6 lifeless tones that would normally lift my spirits as an evening of freedom approached, I felt hollow, almost cheated as I packed away my things and stared out at the blizzard that would not close our 'beloved halls of learning'. Sigh.
Pausing only to throw an anonymous snowball in the direction of our Headteacher, I pulled my scarf tighter and walked away into the white..
'S no joke.
Thomas: Whilst he had great fun at school, frolicking around in the snow in his free periods, as you do as a "young adult", I have been bed-ridden for most of the day, ill with the flu, rousing only to follow Dead-in-the-Water Deadline day and to make a painful trip to the orthodontist. I can scarcely believe it. Flu and snow. On the same day. Just not fair. And I have an exam tomorrow! The world is against me. Either that or it's just bad luck. But "the world is against me" has more of a ring to it, you know?
I should mention that me and Dave don't go to the same school, he lives up in the wilderness somewhere up north or whatever, I live in a civilised place called my house (which is in Edinburgh).
And don't worry, my exam doesn't matter because I have an unconditional offer for uni, which means I don't have to work this year. At all. But I try not to rub it in. That I have an unconditional. To the uni of my choice. An unconditional. An uncon-
You get the picture.
Dave: On the subject of unconditionals... I have 4 :)
This has been the first of our collaborative posts which I hope you'll enjoy... well my bits anyway!
Thomas and Dave
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