Then I walk to the college entrance and kick open the door and kick open all the other doors that impede my uneasy journey to the room of my first lesson where I hope to hear the great news that some of my least favourite teachers haven't turned up for school due to some freak accident!
"Quiet please" declares MR Nutton, but no one seems to care that he wants us to shut-up. Again he says it, "Quiet please." Still, he gets no reaction and decides to sit there, arms folded, angry look on his face and still, he has no effect on the class. It usually takes the class few minutes to realise MR Nutton entered the class to teach us.
During the time of this lesson all I do is talk to my friends about what was on TV last night, or talk about something stupid someone did yesterday. I am not the sort of person who gives in to demands pretty easily so my friends and I all keep up the noise for as long as possible or until we can't really be bothered to annoy a defenceless teacher any longer!
Time for my first lesson to finish and time for my day to officially get worse. I hate lessons and the first one is always starter of lessons, but the second lesson becomes a killer. By the end of the first lesson I am about ready to go home or maybe even die if it comes to it. I am always hungry after the first lesson as well. But still, I have to keep going on and on with my life, no matter how hungry I am!
What has hunger got to do with finishing the second lesson? I hear you ask! Well, I never have breakfast and learning makes me very hungry. Probably because my brain works really hard and I use up a lot of excess energy and fat to learn so I need some food to top me back up!
When lunchtime finally comes I can't be bothered to eat so I don't-unless I see something I really like sweets, chips soaked in vinegar; even the odd packet of crisps or two-but usually, I eat nothing. Most lunchtime is the same for me, all I do is go up town with friends, stay in college with friends and go to the library to annoy people.
As the day at school finishes I head home and into the kitchen to see if I have any letters “nope” I don't so I move on upstairs to my pit and to check if my mum has left me some money “nope” So I decide to sit down at my desk, turn my computer on and go on the Internet to spend all of my hard earned cash on DVD's. I spend hour's looking for things I like and things I may want to buy but when I come to purchase these things it turns out that I have no money and I have to give up.
Then after finding out I can’ purchase anything the fuss of going on to a chat room comes up to go and talk to them or do something else friends but usually the outcome be’ me turning off my computer, swing around on my chair and watching TV but then I come to a point I become bored and quickly turn it off and have a little sleep to rest my tired eyes.
When I wake up from the sleep brought on by the boredom I turn the TV on again and watch whatever's on, even if it is absolute boring. I flick through all the channels saying " nope, nope" until I decide that all TV is rubbish and then I turn on the X BOX and turn into my world.
A couple of hours later I emerge into reality and I immediately go back to my land of wonder and fall asleep again. Although sometimes I swap sleep for doing work for school, but that is very, rare!
But before I fall into the sanctuary of sleep I spend a few hours reviewing my day, thinking about what I should have done and not what I did.
But after thinking I have wasted my day doing noting I say to myself each night that I am going to work harder the next day at school and do all of my work and not to mess around, I never actually stick to my guns.
As I drift off sleep I start thinking of all of the things I have done in my life that I could have done differently and which would have given me great personal gain, for example: I could have revised and put more intention at high and I could have not wasted another year doing resits of G.C.S.E I would have been doing A-Levels at better college.
