It all started yesterday when who guessed? another fight. (I would assume I am getting more action than Lucy with fighting.) happened in the refectory during break but this one was a bit different than the others.
As it is a new school you begin to make friends and I managed to almost instantly click with this guy who is a bit fidgety. He does not seem to have control of what he thinks and does. therefore resulting in the following.
having just cycled from lessons I was going to go the refectory to have some cake. after locking my bike and heading inside I found myself walking towards the crowd of people surrounding the pieces of cake.
On picking up a cake and beginning to exit the crowed I had a hand grabbing the back of my bag. so as an instinct reaction whipped my hand back and hit a hand connecting to Mr fidgety and a cake which so, unfortunately, fell on the floor. After picking up the cake and looking at me in a crumpy fashion he then decided to… hear me out… hit me in the face with the cake as a ‘prank’…
The chase was on. he ran to the back of the room where I caught him and started punching and kicking him. although not in the spots where it desperately hurt it was still some hits. after gaining the attention of some seniors the fight was broken up. and so after that, I was given a cloth to clean my face while Sire fidget was ushered away.
the rest of the day went by and we talked about it and talked about where we both went wrong (mostly him we agreed) and are now still friends.
then there was the social which happened the following night which was interesting. I brought some Oreos and ate them with some friends. and enjoyed a game of dodge ball. balls whizzed across the hall like bullets and that resulted in some tyred sweaty children heading to bed for some to get up at seven in the morning to play rugby while others had a two-hour lie in to have chapel and to chill for the rest of the day and have time to write a blog.
love Oliver
