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Can't say I blame them. What's not to like? 
I was going to be in school that day though, I had work that I wanted to get on with - another reason I didn't want to waste time at the bloody service. I actually had God Is Not Great by Hitchens in my bag at the time, I'm only just finished reading it there. In hindsight, I think the better idea would have been to sit in the front row and read that.
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It's always you who forgets to reply to my messages! I can't believe I'm so forgettable... 
Ugh. I had to resort to Guerilla tactics. Tried to work my silver tongue; to no avail. So we're walking up to the parish, yeno, big school group. And I'm thinking about all my possible exits and every time I looked at one there were teachers covering it. 
So I ended up resigning myself to my fate and walked into the church, but as I walked in - I remembered there was another door. So I walked upstairs, followed that balcony, down the set of stairs over there, then out the mobility entrance which allowed me to go round the back of the church and sneak back to school, where I spent the morning chilling with a few teachers who had opted out of it.
Apparently the service consisted of a few hymns, an Xmas related prayer, 1 Our Father and 1 Hail Mary, a couple of readings from Matthew and Luke, and a discussion about Santa and Jesus - how we know which aspects are true depending on whether it's in the bible or not. Close call.
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Cool Let me know how it goes
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London Southbank - my family all grew up round there, so I want to go back and teach there so I can pay the community back for the life I've had because of it
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Cool, good luck with that! You would be awesome 
Thanks I've been grinning like a madman for the last hour.
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(completely unrelated: I just got into my PGCE course! I'm gonna be a teacher! )
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Yeah, like samaritans or the suicide hotline. There's some online mentoring you can do too - you don't have to be 18 to do that, because it's mostly about encouraging GCSE students to stay until A levels, as far as I remember. If you had a search around, or told your college it was something you wanted to do, I'm sure you'd be able to find something. Even if you don't end up doing psychology, you'd know that you made a positive difference in someone's life (more tangible than the stuff you do on the thread, cos - at least to me - the internet's slightly removed from reality )
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I can only just remember. It's adding all the bits of a vector up, or multiplying them all together, I think.
Eh, I really like knowing stuff. And when you like to know stuff, you like to read, and when you like to read you like to write. I like to travel too, so languages are from there. It's not too many except when I write them out (oh, that reminds me, I keep meaning to ask, do you have time/would you ever consider volunteering for a helpline or something? You're really good at it on here, so you'd be brilliant at it IRL, plus it'd get you all kinds of skills )
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In physics, vectors are almost irrelevant, but in C4, the 3d ones have you doing dot and cross multiplication and plane intersection and it's really hard to visualise it.
Luckily my other housemate worked for IBM for years, so he can explain things like "long ping time" to me. Means that it took him ages to get the text and that information received may be out of date. OR something like that. It's basically just asking him for a status update.
Nope! I'm learning two languages, knitting, baking, cooking, my boy, my mates, running couch to 5k, writing a series of novels plus my webnovel, plus my degree, plus teaching practice stuff. No time! Oh, and the physics stuff and learning to programme when I have a spare minute. So many things to do.
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