A day in the life of Jonathan Beesley.

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A day in the life of Jonathan Beesley

It’s the winter term and it’s another day at school. Severn thirty, and there’s the recognizable sound of my room mate’s alarm clock that vibrates against the desk before falling off the side. I roll out of bed like an elephant rolling into a mud bath. While dressing, my eyes become accustomed to the light. It’s cold outside and the snow from last night has turned into a mushy paste. As I stroll down for breakfast at around eight o’clock, I smell a freshly cooked breakfast; after reading the sports section of The Times, I return to my room where I prepare the books for my first three lessons.

On my way to morning lessons and I’m walking in the brown slush that covers the ground for miles around. The school bell clangs harshly just as I enter the I.C.T centre. The lessons drone on and my mind wanders to the topic of football. Last night, Manchester United beat Blackburn Rovers by three goals to one. I do not support Manchester United, however I like watching them as they have a good style of play. They can pass the ball around like no other team, David Beckham is a key player that sets up most of the goals from crosses or fifty yard passes, Ruud Van Nistelroy is there main striker, he is After lesson one it is English. I enjoy English as my teacher makes the lessons fun although I struggle with the subject and that is why I’m in set four. Physics is next, I like some of the topics we do in Physics, and for example I enjoy electricity as there are lots of practical that can be done however some of the topics are really boring and very hard.

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 At break I go back to the house for about ten minutes, during which time I prepare my books for the next two lessons and maybe play a game of pool before heading for the Grubber, which is the name for the school tuck shop; it sells all sorts of sweets and has an area with tables and chairs to eat your food and catch up on the latest gossip. I buy the usual; a pack of quavers and a pack of sours skittles; sometimes I will buy a bottle of Dr Pepper- ‘After all what’s the worst that can ...

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