No french lesson this afternoon as the teachers are on a trip. After finishing the work, our group of 7 sat around and gambled with Haribo sweeties at Poker until Curlytop suggested I try waxing my legs. Don't ask. I don't know how we got onto the topic and I admitted I'd never tried it. She produced a packet of wax strips from her bag, rolled up my jeans and stuck it on. Not too bad. Rip! AAAARRGG. Fuck! The idea of wax strips is they aren't really hot when you use them and they are good for short hairs in between proper waxes. My hair was growing nicely, waiting to be removed in the bath the sane way, with a razor. It was entirely ripped from my shin. Good god! I am surprised my shriek didn't alert one of the German teachers upstairs. How do we get into these situations?

 

In a way, for these days, I will miss school.