Pressure

More aggro’ at school, Lee provoking Deborah by being loud and silly, singing, shouting, dancing and slouching over the furniture. She exploded, red-faced.

I got both good and bad news on the Art exam: I was pretty pleased with my 78% (A) for theory, but my painting only scraped an E. Lee got a B and a C respectively. When I got home I found to my delight that Brynmor have offered me two Cs and a D. I felt relief, as if suddenly everything is OK, and the pressure has been removed by the square-inch-full.

In the evening I watched Commitments, a play about typically intense, scruffy, ‘alternative’, “permissive,” clichéd, all-mouth and posture Trotskyist types.