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noticed my hand blowing in the wind he said, “ Jah , Georgia?”
    â€œHerr Kamyer, there is a strange-looking thing in one of the pictures of the Kochs. It looks like a very tiny poo on a plate. But that doesn’t seem right.”
    Herr Kamyer blinked through his moley glasses. “Ah, bring up ze picture, Georgia, und we will see.”
    I quicky attached my bubble-gum bogey as Ipretended to sneeze into my hankie and went up to his desk with the snot rag still covering my nose.
    Herr Kamyer didn’t notice. He is so INTERESTED in things; it’s tragic, really. He actually seems to believe that we want to learn things. I put the textbook down in front of him at the picture of the Kochs and pointed to the poo on a plate.
    â€œAch so, Georgia, der spangleferkel …oh jah , I remember ven as a youngen ve vent into the voods camping, we would cook up the spangleferkel and sing our songs around ze campfire. The fun ve had camping. You vould have loved it, girls.”
    I still had my hankie out to disguise the bogey, but when he started humming, “Gif me ze campfire light und komt mit me to der liebe liebe Rhein ,” and took his glasses off to clean them. Or perhaps he was crying. Who knows? Who cares? Anyway, when he did that, I took the opportunity to let the bogey run free and wild. I even did a bit of the bogey dance slightly behind him and managed to get the hankie back in place before he finished. When I walked back to my desk the whole class spontaneously clapped. Herr Kamyer thought it was for his crap camping song and bowed. Quite sensationally German.
    five minutes later
    Sadly, Herr Kamyer really thinks we love his camping stories. He’s going on and on about what they did. How they sang songs and cooked over the campfire.
    twenty minutes later
    Swapping notes. Rosie wrote, “Dear fellow loons, Let us have a scoring system for bogey work. Gee gets 5 points for her excellent letting the bogey run free and wild over Herr Kamyer’s head. Similar acts earn 5 points and the first to get to 20 gets free Jammy Dodgers for life. Well, for a bit, anyway. Ro Ro, advisor to the stars xxxxx.”
    Of course there is always a dog in the manger of life. Jas wrote back and said it was “silly” and “childish.” Hilarous really, coming from someone who practically snogs owls. Ellen was dithering about. Even in her notes. She wrote, “Hi everyone, it’s me. Erm, about the snot disco, well, you know, I don’t know. Like, er, what if we er, get into er, like trouble? What do you think, or something?
    Er…Ellen
    xxx”
    on our way to french
    Jas and Ellen have formed their own little breakaway gang and they are living in a snot-free zone. They should grow up.
    french
    Drat and dratty drat drat Rosie is catching up pointswise by letting her bogey dangle over Mme. Slack’s head as Mme. Slack is checking her homework. We were all trying not to laugh and Mme. Slack must have sussed something because she unexpectedly looked up and nearly got the pretend bogey in her eye. As she was looking at Rosie, Rosie casually popped the “snot” into her mouth and started chewing.
    Mme. Slack went ballisticisimus and Rosie has got detention.
    4:10 p.m.
    Home time for some. As we went by the hall we saw Rosie’s face at the window. She pressed her nose against the pane of glass so that it spread out like a trapped piglet. Vair funny. She mouthed “I love you all,” and then disappeared from view.
    in my bedroom
6:00 p.m.
    Lying on my bed. No phone calls or anything from any of my so-called maybe perhaps boyfriends. I’m all aloney on my owney. Even Dave never rings me these days, not even as a matey-type mate, which he is. And the Swiss Family Mad are out at some sad tea party, wrecking people’s lives with their weird ideas and Dad’s huge bottom.
    6:30 p.m.
    I may as well go to sleep early and get as much beauty sleep as I can. Just in