Today has been a very odd one. I remember doing little other than playing games and telling bad jokes in biology. Then nothing was done in maths, apart from Michael telling me about how he was going to buy a Rolly Royce Phantom from the 1940s and drive round Worcestershire with driving gloves and goggles, going "TOOT TOOT!" in the manner of Toad of Toad Hall. I was in hysterics at the prospect.
Yesterday afternoon was ruined. Hunter spent the first twenty minutes of the thirty-five we had for maths complaining about people (two, perhaps, in this case) not handing in homework on time, and being petty by way of revenge. It's all Raja's fault. He seems to follow me round, appearing in half my lessons, and being deliberately irksome. Perhaps that's just paranoia, but that's not the point: by consensus he is unnecessarily irksome.
Oh, and I'm going to fail physics. I wonder whether AS module 1 results are significant enough to warrant a results party. I'm leaning towards the positive, understandably. A chance to unwind after all this stress is needed. There seems to be so much to do.
I haven't talked about the title. It's our drama, which is on track to be dire. Lily is supposedly directing it, hence the need for a coup d'état , or more appropriately, un coup de théatre.
I shall go back to my inertial mechanics.
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