The Actual Real Reality of Jennifer James
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This is the diary of Jennifer James.
It contains:
One Heroine: Jennifer James, burdened by brains, struggling to release her Inner Babe
One High School: London Road Comprehensive, a no-hope English school in a no-hope English town
One Prize: A scholarship to the elite St. Willibald's College [Jennifer's idea of Paradise] offered to the winner of a tacky reality TV show, Down The Bog
and . . .
A Thousand Complications: Like Jocasta, the crazy feminist mother; Tallulah, the blond rival from hell; Marcus, the guy with green eyes; and above all, the actual real reality that Jennifer's chances of winning are less than Mega-Zero. . . .
Gillian Shields
Gillian Shields is the author of Immortal, Betrayal, and Eternal, the first books about the sisterhood of the Mystic Way, as well as many other books for young readers. She spent her childhood roaming over the Yorkshire moors and dreaming of the Brontë sisters. After studying in Cambridge, London, and Paris, she became a teacher. She has taught in a girls' boarding school and also in a drama school where it was rumored that the ghost of a young girl could be heard crying in the night. Gillian was inspired to write this series in celebration of the power of first love, the strength of female friendship, and the haunting mystery of the past.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5While competing on a reality television show being filmed at her English high school, shy and bookish Jennifer James records her experiences in her diary.
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The Actual Real Reality of Jennifer James - Gillian Shields
August 31–September 5:
You Are Ruining My Life!
TUESDAY, AUGUST 31
11:10 A.M.
Totally incredible morning! Jocasta,* my darling mother, is going round looking as though she has I DO NOT APPROVE tattooed on her angry little forehead, but I think it’s mega-fab! The thing is, after Dad had gone to work the post came, and it was a letter from Miss Moodie, saying that London Road Comprehensive is going to be in a television documentary next term!
Can’t believe that our school has really been chosen by the TV company, Haydeeze Productions. It’s so, so amazing. I mean, I would probably die of embarrassment if they actually interviewed me or anything for this documentary, but I’d like to be in the background. AT LAST—people will finally see what we have to put up with in Midcaster’s most mediocre school! It’s like getting a real wish out of a Christmas cracker instead of a pink plastic ring.
I know Miss Moodie does her best to bring Order, Purpose, and Discipline (her three favorite words) to London Road, but it’s really difficult when the headmaster, Mr. Smedley, is hardly ever there, and she’s only the deputy, and we have teachers who turn a blind eye to what goes on. Like in our history class, if you don’t want to work, you can sit in the back row and file your nails or pick your nose, or whatever, and Mr. Potter says he doesn’t care, he’s not going to waste his breath trying to teach morons who are destined to stock supermarket shelves. And Dean Wiggins listens to his Walkman in all Mrs. Woolacott’s math classes and she doesn’t even seem to notice. So I think this documentary is a Good Thing.
But Jocasta doesn’t see it like that.
I do really, really wish that she wouldn’t insist on being called Jocasta. It’s not even her real name. I mean, what’s wrong with Sheila? I’m sure there are lots of nice, cozy, normal mums called Sheila. Like Mum used to be, in fact, before she started doing all these weird Wimmin’s Studies
workshops. It was when we moved here last year to Mega-Dump Doomsville (aka Midcaster) and Dad got so busy with his job at the nuclear power station, that she got into this Jocasta stuff and started being all Angry and Radical.
Anyway, she just swept a scalding eye over Miss Moodie’s letter and said, I’ve told you before, Jennifer, that Television is the Opiate of the Masses and we are NOT going to have anything to do with it.
Then she threw the letter and, even worse, the permission slip you MUST have signed by a parent into the bin for the compost, on top of some old bits of porridge.
I totally lost it. I yelled at her about everything, about her banning television from our house, the awful clothes she buys me, and the whole Serious Woman feminist psychobabble rubbish that she’s shoveling down my throat every five minutes. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but it did end with me screaming, YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!
It didn’t go down very well, somehow. In fact, I don’t think we will ever speak to each other again.
5:15 P.M
Went to Vicki’s this afternoon to get away from Troll* Mother.
Her dad had signed her form before he went off to work at his Reggae ’n’ Rasta record shop. Amazing that people must spend enough money there to feed them both. Anyway, she was so Vicki-ish and supportive and said that this documentary will probably be dead boring anyway, just teachers and sixth formers yakking on about themselves, and that if I can’t be in it, she won’t hand her permission form in either.
Vicki really is my dearest (only) friend. She’s such a babe, as no doubt the evil Tallulah Perkins would say about her creepy sidekick, Chelsea.
Midnight
Have done something that will drive Jocasta to the Outer Limits of Maternal Wrath! Just got to get to school tomorrow morning before she finds out.
12:20 A.M
Lying awake worrying. Can’t stop thinking about What I’ve Done and what my mother is Going To Say.
After I got back from Vicki’s, I really did try to make things up with Jocasta, as I felt kind of bad about what I’d said. She probably gets stressy and uptight because Dad is so wrapped up in his work and the Joy of Science and all that. In fact, I think she’s lonely. So I said I was sorry about all the ruining-my-life stuff, but THEN she acted so martyred and noble and forgiving about it, like the mother superior in The Sound of Music* that she annoyed me again, especially as SHE started the whole thing with her bonkers ideas! Doesn’t she know that not being allowed to have a shot of the back of my head in this dumb documentary will make me look a bigger saddo at school than I do already?
So by the time she went off to her Midcaster Militant Book Discussion group, or whatever it is (leaving me to babysit Jonathan because Dad was working late), I was feeling totally hacked off again. But then, when I was putting Jonathan to bed (my baby brother is so lovely when he’s just had a bath), I heard Dad’s car pull up at the front and I had a Fantastic Idea.
I ran downstairs, flew out of the back door down to the compost heap, and scrabbled about until I found Miss Moodie’s permission form. It was covered in quite a bit of porridge and tea leaves and disgusting yucky stuff, but I ran back to the kitchen, wiped it all off with the dishcloth, and had it smoothed out on the kitchen table before Dad had his key in the lock.
I said, mega-casually, Oh, could you sign this for school, Dad?
He looked vague and said Ah,
then Oh,
like he does, then he signed it and said he didn’t want any supper, he was going to write up some notes in his study. Couldn’t have been easier. After all, it doesn’t say BOTH parents have to sign it, just A PARENT. No reason why Absentminded Father’s signature shouldn’t be just as good as Rampaging Mother’s little scribble.
She will be rampaging when she finds out what I’ve done. Only hope it’s after I’ve handed it in.
1:15 A.M.
Have just remembered it is Jonathan’s first day at school tomorrow and I haven’t got him a present. Will go and make him a card.
1:35 A.M.
Buzz Lightyear much harder to draw than he looks.
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 1
5:15 P.M.
Handed form in. Jocasta still doesn’t know. Hope Dad will forget all about it and not mention it to her. I mean, he’s usually pretty vague, so there’s a good chance that he has sent our entire conversation to his mental recycling bin.
EVERYBODY at school talking about the documentary. Mr. Smedley is still away with his nervous breakdown and Miss Moodie is in charge as usual. Can’t wait for Mr. Webster’s class tomorrow.
10:35 P.M.
Wonder why London Road has been chosen for this TV program? I mean, it’s nothing special. Unless being specially awful counts.
Can’t help wishing I went to a different kind of school. One with a proper uniform and Houses
named after obscure dead people and Latin and prizes and exams and definitely no Tarty Tallulah. I’m sure I could get a prize for English. Or French. Parce que mon français est absolument parfait.*
In actual real reality, the only prize I would get at London Road is for being the prize nerd.
Swot. Boffin. Book Brains. Computer Head. As in, Hey Jennifer, what’s it like being a sad ugly nerd brain?
IT’S NOT FAIR. I mean, I can’t help liking school-work and books and reading. And I do. I just LOVE books, and Words, Words, Words
.** But that seems to make the rest of London Road hate me even more.
Why is it so uncool to try hard at school? Or perhaps it’s just my school? There was some government person who got into trouble for calling schools like London Road bog-standard
,** and okay, that’s kind of offensive, but honestly, what else can you say?
I mean, you can see someone made an effort once in a fit of enthusiasm (obviously not Mr. Smedley), but it never came to anything. There’s that boat a Year 9 class once made in Design and Technology. But it never got near any water (and the nearest boating lake to Doomsville is where?) and it just sits slowly rotting in the yard behind the art block, like the ghost of a boat. Oh, and there was the brilliant idea of having a miniature farm on the school campus. Only somebody pinched all the rabbits, and the sheep were smuggled out and left wandering around on the main road, with some very nasty consequences. The only animal that’s left is a single moth-eaten, mad-looking goat, tied up on that little patch of grass by the school gates. Welcome to London Road Comprehensive—the Gold Standard of Bog-Standard!
But Jocasta says that grammar schools and EVEN WORSE, private schools, are Tools of Oppression, used by the Minority to suppress the Majority. Though she didn’t say that when I passed my exam to get into the girls’ grammar in Kent. No, it was joyful celebration and Well done, darling Jennifer
back then. Oh well.
GOT to go to sleep, I’m SO tired!
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 2
7:25 P.M.
Mega-wonderful to see Mr. Webster again. He has grown his hair and looks even more like Johnny Depp.* He kept running his fingers through his hair as he outlined the term’s work, looking all brooding and intense.
We’re doing Romeo and Juliet** this term. Mr. Webster gave out some books and his hand touched mine and it was so, so…oh, he is gorgeous. And deeply sensitive, you can tell. Wouldn’t it be great to have your first kiss with someone like him? In fact, with precisely him, Mr. Orlando Webster.
I know that wouldn’t be right in actual real reality because he’s quite old and I’m too young for him and all that, but the general idea of it is so much nicer than fumbling around with one of the Spotty Youths behind the art block, or at the bus stop, like Tallulah Perkins and her crew.
And I know it’s pathetic not to have been kissed yet. But it just never happened, what with going to a girls’ school when we lived in Kent, and then coming here and Jocasta making sure that I am the most unattractive girl in Doomsville. I mean, I’ve been along with Vicki to a school dance and some parties and stuff, but everyone thinks I am weird and doesn’t come near me. Anyway, the idea of grabbing a random male and pulling
or snogging
in the corner of someone’s kitchen after a couple of alco-pops is SO unromantic and meaningless.
Oh Lord, perhaps I am weird. Every other girl at London Road seems to think that snogging the face off some gangly yob is the height of cool. Even Vicki has had close encounters with a few of the boys in our year.
I just know that I want my first kiss to be with someone special. I want it to mean something. Like that poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning,* How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
Oh, how do I love thee, Mr. Webster?
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 3
5:10 P.M.
Everyone getting excited about the telly thing. Apparently filming is due to begin in two weeks. There were men all over the school today, starting to fix up cables and lights and bringing beds into the science block. The classrooms on the top floor of that block have been shut off and are going to be used in some way for the filming.
Wonder what they want beds for?
It’s really annoying that I’ll never actually be able to see the program, as I’m the only girl at London Road without a television. Or highlights. Or at least one body piercing.
Gym this afternoon. Tried to keep going back to the end of the line for jumping over the stupid horse or vault or whatever it is, but Tallulah and Chelsea spotted me and pushed me to the front (Chelsea actually kicked me). Was the only girl in the class not to be able to jump onto it, never mind over it. Mr. Rock horrible as usual. I do NOT run like a dying kangaroo. Still, glad it gave everyone else a good laugh.
Afterward, when we were coming out of the gym, Paul Johnson’s friend Marcus kind of went to go through the door at the same time as me, but then he stopped and let me go through first. He smiled at me and said Nice jumping, Jennifer.
So pleased that it amused him. Now of course, Tallulah, who was just behind, has decided to call me Jumping Jennifer, along with everyone else in my class (except dearest Vicki). Will have to accept that I am the Most Unpopular Girl in my school, but oh Lord, I would do anything to get away from the Valley of Humiliation that is London Road Comprehensive. Please, PLEASE help me.
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 4
8:35 P.M.
Spent the day reading Romeo and Juliet. It is fantastic, even the long bits. Jocasta came up to my room with a plate of pumpkin-seed cookies (vile) and went on about how marvelous the film was. I said I didn’t think she liked Leonardo DiCaprio* and she looked totally blank. Turned out she was talking about some ancient version that was made in the 1960s or whenever. Still, it was good to see her excited about something that didn’t involve banning stuff, and she even promised to dig out a video of her old film so we could watch it together. Then she remembered that she has chucked out the VCR, TV, and DVD player. Nice one, Mum.
That Marcus person has got green eyes, in actual real reality.
September 6–12: disgusted, horrified, sickened…
THE DAILY RUMOR
TV ROUNDUP
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 6
London Road Comprehensive is the unlikely setting for the latest reality TV show, Down The Bog. Top Celebs will battle it out to become the King or Queen of the Playground, by proving that they can teach at the school and win the hearts of the public. An insider at Haydeeze Productions revealed that London Road was chosen because it is "a typical, ‘bog-standard’ comprehensive…. We want our Celebs to face the reality of a teacher’s life, with discipline problems and the lot. They’ll also be sleeping at the school in specially adapted classrooms. It’s going to be tough, with some real surprises. It’s a blackboard jungle Down The Bog!"
Haydeeze Productions have already scored hits with Nosy Neighbor and I’m a Weather Girl, Get Me Out of Here! The names of the Celebs on this new show are a closely guarded secret, but the RUMOR’s hot tip is that busty blond model Amanda Knox and former football star Nazzer McNally will be reporting for class. It’s a great way to kick a flagging career in the butt,
said top publicist Zak Clifford. Going down well on Down The Bog could be worth millions.
Every week, the viewers will get the chance to vote for their favorite Celeb, and the one with the fewest votes will be booted off the show. The money raised by the telephone voting lines will be donated to charity. In another twist, the public will vote not only for their favorite Celebs, but for their favorite teacher and pupil, and big prizes are promised.
MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 6
4:35 P.M.
Tallulah burst into Assembly this morning with a copy of The Daily Rumor. So THAT’S why they brought in the beds.
The only ray of light is that Jocasta despises the Rumor and never reads it. Thank you for that, Lord. Now can you please arrange for her to be temporarily blind and deaf, from now until the Christmas holidays? Mega-please?
10:05 P.M.
Was having a bath after supper when Jocasta actually started banging on the door, and ranting, What are you doing in there, Jennifer? I hope you aren’t becoming obsessed with Artificial Standards of Hygiene and Body Image?
No, Mum, I’m just having a bath.
When I got out, she gave me a lecture on the evils of too much washing. Apparently it is Womanly to have Natural Body Odor. Okay, but I’d rather be unnatural and not actually smell. It’s bad enough her banning TV, pop music, magazines, and all traces of fashion from the James household, but if washing is going to be on Jocasta’s list of things a Serious Woman should despise, then I will just turn myself in to social services and ask to be adopted.
I can just see Tallulah Perkins telling the whole school: Not only is Jennifer James the biggest nerd, geek-brain and fashion-free zone, she actually, like, totally stinks.
Except she couldn’t manage a sentence as long as that.
Ever since I arrived at London Road Comprehensive, Tallulah has done her best to make my life a misery. Okay, stepping on her brand-new portable CD player (how was I to know she had left it on the locker room floor?) and then laughing in English because she said that Henry the Fifth* was a new boy band (I thought she was joking!) was probably not the smartest way to behave around her on my very first day. But how was I to know that she is London Road’s official Queen of Mean and that upsetting her would doom me to her Perpetual Displeasure?
In other words, she hates me.
Just don’t know how Tallulah gets away with it at school. She never does any homework, doesn’t wear the proper uniform, and talks back to all the teachers. Vicki said she heard that Miss Moodie is actually frightened of Tallulah’s mum. Apparently Mrs. Perkins is really, really scary, and anytime Miss Moodie tries to tell Tallulah off, her mum turns up at school ready to bash Miss Moodie’s face in with a bag of Perkins Frozen Cabbages. (Tallulah’s dad started with