Monday morning. Forth alarm. You usual expected feeling of reluctance to face anything except my pillow. I’ve never been one for getting up and feeling great about the next 6 hours of being hunched over a desk but that’s just me I’m sure one day I’ll jump out of bed and run to school in anticipation of writing essays. But that day wasn’t today and I begin to feel it will not be anytime soon. I walk down the long and winding road to meet Claudia, listening as I go to ‘Ultravox’, not exactly ‘in’ music but at least I can understand the lyrics, something very rare in the charts nowadays. As we drag our feet on our journey to school our bags banging against us as though telling us to hurry up.
I have the usual period of form time which I detest, as it is simply time that could be well spent doing something far more interesting …like staring at a wall perhaps.