I went to Oxford Uni Press today. it was rather good as I got to look at some real printed books from decades ago, and the such as a real press machine which was made of heavy metal. Some of the books I held cost more than you thought they would of costed. It was a better alternative to writing loads on prints in some ways however I don’t have any notes from the trip which makes it more differcult for when I write things up.
James, Micheal, and me was at standing up as all the seats was taken up when we were waiting for bus when a chavett (which is a teen mum) whacks her pram into my feet. She woke me up dammit.. She asks if she could get pass even though she could anyway. I mutter to myself ‘No you cant’ thinking she wouldn’t hear me but I said it too loudly. I am a baddass.
This meant she got pissed off at me and I nearly risked getting stabbed or something like a slap. i thought she would just carry on walking on but she stopped infront of me and starting talking quite fast. I thought if I just stared down and didnt give her eye contact would mean that she knew I wasn’t starting a fight. I think it worked..
College has really changed my behaviour alot.. At school I hardly swore and was the teacher pet for everything. Being a school kid you could get away with something like that like I always did when i caught the bus. not without a uniform it would seem.
Eugh! i got to carry on writing a ten page eassy. lovely..
