At Kingsdale almost every month I used to get into troubled, sometimes my mate got me into trouble and I was quite used to it. I used to attend my lessons punctually, do all my homework and most teachers liked me because I always did what they ordered. When I met Jaah, I started getting lazy.
It was my last lesson of the day; I went to P.E with Ade while I should have been in maths . One morning I was supposed to have geography lesson with Mr McGhee in room 122, but I was persuaded by Enny to go outside the school. I followed him. I then started bunking lessons. Those teachers who were ready to work with me started turning their backs. I started serving detentions. The school sent lots of letters to my parents. When the detentions and the letters from school got too much, I was really sick and I started skipping school.
I am a big fan of basketball; I used to skip school to play basketball with my mates. Sometimes on my free lessons, we would go to the school’s gym. I like basketball; I used to be in my school’s basketball team, it means a lot to me. Sometimes I dreamed of being in NBA as a professional player, playing like Kobe Bryant on the same court with Shaquille O’Neal.I just wish my dream could come through . I would like to play for LA Lakers, I know some day I will be a “baller”.
During my last year at school. I was in Miss Hunt class. Me and my friends started chatting about the holiday, playing paper games, playing with ring tones and we were throwing paper to each other instead of listening to the teacher standing in front of the class. Miss got mad and she said with a loud angry voice, “listen up, you lot, this is the beginning and of a new term, I want this to sink into your brains, you have to complete four pieces of English coursework before half term or you won’t be entered for GCSE English.‘’ I was shocked.
That was my first coursework pressure. When I got to maths and other lesson I had for the day something was said by all of the teachers, some even said six pieces and we must hand them in earlier than Miss Hunt’s. “This is getting terrible “I said.
Sometimes something talks to me straight in my mind, in a quite place even in public and when I try to respond people think I am mad. How am I my going to do all this work? I asked my self, the thing spoke, “create a space between you and your friends for a while”
What! What!!!!
I started thinking about this for the all day. Looks like I don’t have any choice and I have to complete all of the coursework to be entered for the GCSEs exams. It took me almost two months to finish all the work.
I started hanging out with my friends again; they didn’t want to chat to me because they thought I had ignored them when I was doing my coursework. I explained to them, but they all called me a coursework freak.
Me and my friends used to go to Leeds, Manchester, Colchester, and Liverpool. Sometimes we would go to the stadiums to watch a football match or to meet some friends during school hours, when we were suppose to be in class. One Friday, it was at noon when my mate and I were going to Colchester to meet a friend. Something terrible happened on our way. I have never been caught on the train by the ticket inspector before in my life.
As we were sitting down in the train chatting having a good time on board suddenly someone walked toward our seat, asked for our ticket and we showed him. He asked each of us our age and we told him. “ You should be in school at the moment “ said the ticket inspector. He took us off the train, at the next station to Colchester, and started asking some questions. We made up an excuse, he didn’t accept it, and he called the police. The policemen arrived, one of the policemen took me to a corner to asked me some question, as I was answering he was writing down the statement into a small jotter. I looked back to checkout my mates; I saw them each with a policeman. After he took our details, they wrote a letter to my house, which got me in to trouble with my dad.
Two weeks before the exam week, everyone began to cram. The exam pressure was on. I didn’t really worry myself about the exam, because my friends told me it was going to be easy. When my mates were revising for the exam, I thought there was no big deal and I didn’t need to study that hard. We started the exams on 21st of June 02, my first on was English literature, and it was too easy for me. Some of the exams were easy, but maths and sciences that is my best subjects were a bit more difficult.
In the end I wish I had worked harder for the exams and not played around with my friends. If I had done more work my GCSE results would have been better.