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tellitslantTitle: If you want a place in the history books
Author: Kathryne,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: The Princess Diaries
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot.
Title, summary from the Arrogant Worms' "History is Made by Stupid People."
Written forfox1013 in the Female Gen Ficathon. I had an insane amount of fun writing this (although it felt vaguely sacreligious, because I first saw the movie with my grandmother, heh). So enjoy!
The timeline on this should be early to mid first book. :)
**
Tuesday night, at home
Well, maybe princess lessons are going to be bearable for a while. Grandmère says my knowledge of Genovian history is disappointing. Only she said it in French, so it sounded much worse. Décevant, yikes. She makes it sound like I've been deliberately avoiding learning anything about Genovia, which is so not true!
I even told her about my fact sheet and everything!
Anyways, it's not my fault. How much do they expect me to know about the country? I've only known I was going to run it one day for like a few weeks! And besides, it's her fault, and my dad's, for NOT TELLING ME I WAS A PRINCESS FOR FOURTEEN YEARS and still expecting me to have learned everything about the place.
She's probably going to make me take notes. And then tell me that princesses of Genovia don't hold their pencils that way because it isn't proper. Whatever. It still might be interesting.
Thursday, Algebra class
I was wrong. I was so, so wrong.
BEDMAS:
The order in which the components of an equation are to be broken down and solved in order to yield the correct answer.
Brackets, exponents, division, multiplication, addition, subtraction.
Bedmas. What a weird word.
Thursday, G & T
So, for Grandmère 'history' really means history, as in 'ancient.' The furthest back we've gone in World Civ so far has been, you know, 1776 and around then. But Genovia goes back to 568 - not 1568, 568 - and I was right, Grandmère is making me take notes.
I'm going to have to start dropping hints to Dad about getting me a laptop. Shouldn't princesses have laptops?
Notes from English
Lilly's right - I should be concentrating on not flunking out of high school my freshman year, not on stupid history. Maybe I can tell Grandmère that, she wouldn't want a princess to fail Algebra!
I've already got a great Algebra tutor, though - Lilly's brother Michael.
Besides, I speak la langue d'amour, and where has that got me?
Friday, G & T
So l'histoiredu de de la Genovie wasn't too bad last night (I'm glad Grandmère isn't making me take it in French like she threatened. My French isn't as bad as she says, though. Ignore the mistake above, I just couldn't remember for a second.).
Anyways, it turns out Jean-Paul isn't just a history buff, he's an archaeologist! He's excavating the tomb of Rosagunde, the first princess of Genovia, that my dad and Grandmère want me to see this summer. He told me about all the stuff they're finding in the grave with her, jewellery and pots and things. That's pretty cool, but gross too. Grandmère says I will be buried in the Renaldo plot in Genovia, but I think I'd rather be cremated so I can't be dug up two thousand years from now. I bet they'd look at my flat chest and my feet like skis and think my body had been subject to post-mortem mutilation, but they'd be wrong.
The Drs. Moscovitz banned Lilly from watching CSI after she tried to autopsy a Central Park pigeon to examine its lungs and prove that secondhand smoke had killed it. The public access station wouldn't let her show that on Lilly Tells It Like It Is, though. So now she watches CSI at my place.
Homework:
Algebra: pg. 157
English: finish reading A Wind in the Door
World Civ: none
G & T: as if
French: écrivez - dans ma plus belle francais! - une histoire d'une jour a l'école
Biology: report on crawfish reproductive cycle (instead of dissection - ask Kenny for help)
Saturday, at home
So lessons last night were actually kind of thought provoking. Jean-Paul wasn't there, so it was just me and Grandmère. And Rommel, but he doesn't count.
Anyways, Grandmère sat me down next to her, and she even put out her cigarette, which she almost never does even when I complain and tell her what Lilly says about secondhand smoke, and she looked at me very seriously. It wasn't a scary look like sometimes - just a very intense one. Her eyeliner tattoos didn't even intimidate me!
"Amelia, I want you to listen to me very carefully," she said. I didn't bother to ask her to call me Mia like I usually do, I just nodded.
She told me the story of how Rosagunde came to be the first princess of Genovia, which is actually even more dramatic than how I found out I was a princess. Rosagunde got Genovia as a reward for killing this Viking invader, who'd killed her dad and made her drink wine out of his skull - her dad's, I mean, not the Viking's.
EWWWWWWWW. Can you imagine drinking out of your dad's head? I mean, mine's got a nice round smooth skull at least. I can tell because he's bald. But EWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I wasn't sure what Grandmère wanted me to say after she finished telling me the story, so I just said "Wow." It was true, I was wowed!
Grandmère sighed. "Amelia, I hope you understand what I'm telling you," she said quietly. "Being a princess is an important role and you need to realize that your family has much tradition to uphold." Then she clapped her hands, scaring Rommel under the couch, and told me to go home early. She looked kinda sad when I left, like she'd been talking about someone who'd just died instead of a 1,500 year old mummy.
Maybe I kinda am interested in seeing that excavation this summer. I mean, Rosagunde is my relative. She's like Grandmère times sixty. I guess as the latest princess, I ought to go say hello to the first one.
Author: Kathryne,
tellitslantFandom: The Princess Diaries
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot.
Title, summary from the Arrogant Worms' "History is Made by Stupid People."
Written for
fox1013 in the Female Gen Ficathon. I had an insane amount of fun writing this (although it felt vaguely sacreligious, because I first saw the movie with my grandmother, heh). So enjoy!The timeline on this should be early to mid first book. :)
**
Tuesday night, at home
Well, maybe princess lessons are going to be bearable for a while. Grandmère says my knowledge of Genovian history is disappointing. Only she said it in French, so it sounded much worse. Décevant, yikes. She makes it sound like I've been deliberately avoiding learning anything about Genovia, which is so not true!
I even told her about my fact sheet and everything!
Anyways, it's not my fault. How much do they expect me to know about the country? I've only known I was going to run it one day for like a few weeks! And besides, it's her fault, and my dad's, for NOT TELLING ME I WAS A PRINCESS FOR FOURTEEN YEARS and still expecting me to have learned everything about the place.
She's probably going to make me take notes. And then tell me that princesses of Genovia don't hold their pencils that way because it isn't proper. Whatever. It still might be interesting.
Thursday, Algebra class
I was wrong. I was so, so wrong.
BEDMAS:
The order in which the components of an equation are to be broken down and solved in order to yield the correct answer.
Brackets, exponents, division, multiplication, addition, subtraction.
Bedmas. What a weird word.
Thursday, G & T
So, for Grandmère 'history' really means history, as in 'ancient.' The furthest back we've gone in World Civ so far has been, you know, 1776 and around then. But Genovia goes back to 568 - not 1568, 568 - and I was right, Grandmère is making me take notes.
I'm going to have to start dropping hints to Dad about getting me a laptop. Shouldn't princesses have laptops?
Notes from English
| What's your problem now? Grandmère's got me a history tutor as part of my princess lessons. History? Why didn't she get you an Algebra tutor like you actually need? |
Lilly's right - I should be concentrating on not flunking out of high school my freshman year, not on stupid history. Maybe I can tell Grandmère that, she wouldn't want a princess to fail Algebra!
I've already got a great Algebra tutor, though - Lilly's brother Michael.
| No, not history-history, Genovian history. I have to take notes while this French guy named Jean-Paul lectures me on my own family. Is he at least hot? Ew, no! He's like 35! And hairy! I thought all French guys were hot. He speaks the language of loooove... Some French guys are pretty creepy, Lilly, and Jean-Paul is one of them, OK? |
Besides, I speak la langue d'amour, and where has that got me?
Friday, G & T
So l'histoire
Anyways, it turns out Jean-Paul isn't just a history buff, he's an archaeologist! He's excavating the tomb of Rosagunde, the first princess of Genovia, that my dad and Grandmère want me to see this summer. He told me about all the stuff they're finding in the grave with her, jewellery and pots and things. That's pretty cool, but gross too. Grandmère says I will be buried in the Renaldo plot in Genovia, but I think I'd rather be cremated so I can't be dug up two thousand years from now. I bet they'd look at my flat chest and my feet like skis and think my body had been subject to post-mortem mutilation, but they'd be wrong.
The Drs. Moscovitz banned Lilly from watching CSI after she tried to autopsy a Central Park pigeon to examine its lungs and prove that secondhand smoke had killed it. The public access station wouldn't let her show that on Lilly Tells It Like It Is, though. So now she watches CSI at my place.
Homework:
Algebra: pg. 157
English: finish reading A Wind in the Door
World Civ: none
G & T: as if
French: écrivez - dans ma plus belle francais! - une histoire d'une jour a l'école
Biology: report on crawfish reproductive cycle (instead of dissection - ask Kenny for help)
Saturday, at home
So lessons last night were actually kind of thought provoking. Jean-Paul wasn't there, so it was just me and Grandmère. And Rommel, but he doesn't count.
Anyways, Grandmère sat me down next to her, and she even put out her cigarette, which she almost never does even when I complain and tell her what Lilly says about secondhand smoke, and she looked at me very seriously. It wasn't a scary look like sometimes - just a very intense one. Her eyeliner tattoos didn't even intimidate me!
"Amelia, I want you to listen to me very carefully," she said. I didn't bother to ask her to call me Mia like I usually do, I just nodded.
She told me the story of how Rosagunde came to be the first princess of Genovia, which is actually even more dramatic than how I found out I was a princess. Rosagunde got Genovia as a reward for killing this Viking invader, who'd killed her dad and made her drink wine out of his skull - her dad's, I mean, not the Viking's.
EWWWWWWWW. Can you imagine drinking out of your dad's head? I mean, mine's got a nice round smooth skull at least. I can tell because he's bald. But EWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I wasn't sure what Grandmère wanted me to say after she finished telling me the story, so I just said "Wow." It was true, I was wowed!
Grandmère sighed. "Amelia, I hope you understand what I'm telling you," she said quietly. "Being a princess is an important role and you need to realize that your family has much tradition to uphold." Then she clapped her hands, scaring Rommel under the couch, and told me to go home early. She looked kinda sad when I left, like she'd been talking about someone who'd just died instead of a 1,500 year old mummy.
Maybe I kinda am interested in seeing that excavation this summer. I mean, Rosagunde is my relative. She's like Grandmère times sixty. I guess as the latest princess, I ought to go say hello to the first one.
