K is for Klutz

I am a very clumsy person, and not always just due to my lack of coordination. A lot of the time I just don’t think things through long enough to process the consequences in my mind. Take today for example.

We had boiled beef for dinner – it was supposed to be corned beef but mum bought the wrong type of meat – and I had to clean up because it’s just one of my jobs. So I grabbed the pot full of boiling water and tipped it into the sink. Unfortunately, the plug was still in and, obviously thinking it over a lot, I stuck my hand into the water to let it out. I got burnt, pretty badly too, so I swore and glared icily at the water in the sink. I don’t know, maybe I thought my glare had cooled the water in some way, and for the second time I got burnt attempting to get the plug out of the sink.

So now it hurts a lot to type – but it’s considerably less painful than the time at the start of year ten when I lit my sock on fire by kicking over a candle, then tried to throw a glass of water at my foot and missed. Mhmm, that’s coordination for you.

Today was the first day at school and it was sort of lovely. The year sevens were all really sweet, albeit nervous and sort of drowning in their oversized tunics. Tunics are supposed to be big in year seven though; it goes with the job description. So it really annoys me when those tiny baby eleven- and twelve-year-olds buy tunics so they fit well. IT JUST DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. Growing into your tunic is a rite of passage; you can’t start off with it fitting like a glove – or worse, too short. Year nines get to wear short tight tunics; year sevens must wear big ones. Year nines are too cool to run for the buses; year sevens won’t let anything get in between them and the first 610.

Oh! One last thing. Yesterday I went to the Shire – I know, I know – with a bunch of my girls to go see the local production of Spring Awakening. I was pleasantly surprised. Whilst the actors were obviously chosen for their singing ability over their acting ability, it seemed to be a really well-funded and directed performance. The guy who played Melkior Gabor got on my nerves a lot because he couldn’t maintain his American accent, and it annoyed me that they pronounced ‘Wendla’ the German way, with a V, even though they were doing the American version of it. But other than that I was very impressed and there was this moment in The Song of Purple Summer where there was this gorgeous a Capella harmony thing going on and that just sent shivers down my spine. If you’re ever near the Shire (and I won’t judge you if you are), definitely check out the Shire Musical Theatre’s production of Spring Awakening. It’s a brilliant musical.

Off to bring pain to my brain and burnt hand to finish my modern homework J   

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