The bell begins to ring as we take our first few steps past the gates, and along with the terrible noise a feeling of fills my head as I think of the lessons that await me. I traipse grumpily towards my first lesson, pushing through the huddles of gossiping students to make it to the stairs. The everlasting steps zap the last of my energy, yet I manage to make it to the door. A handful of students halt their conversations to look up when I walk into the room only to resume them once they realise I’m not the teacher. Taking my usual seat, the lesson starts with the same droning topic that has to be endured every German lesson. Despite the teacher’s attempts at trying to encourage more interest in the subject, mainly because German is extremely dull and its first lesson, ensures these efforts are fruitless. As the lesson continues I find myself glancing at the clock every couple of minutes, staring at those mocking hands that torture me seemingly make time twice as long as it should be. I tear my eyes away from the clock face and turn my attention back to the lesson going on in front of me; however after a further five minutes of using all of my concentration skills to try and focus in on what she is trying to explain to us I give up and let my mind wander. Staring out the window I see the sun hidden between clouds while narrow strips of light break though onto the freshly cut grass below, eyes stray further and in the distance I see my old school, Greneway. A golden age of no coursework, no upcoming Gcses and no German, reminiscing I remember all the good times I witnessed there. I relive various school trips and the year 7 basketball final to mention but a couple of the infinite joyful memories I that occurred there. My daydreams are unpleasantly interrupted by me hearing my name, as I come back to my senses I see I t was in fact the teacher who uttered my name and seeing as though she seemed to be expecting a response I assume she asked some kind of question. Looking around for some kind of hint I find none and instead I’m drawn back to the teacher’s leering glare. Nevertheless just as I’m about to offer up the fatal words an ear-splitting toll engulfs the classroom, using this distraction I slip out the class and into the corridors. It takes just seconds for the empty corridors to start to overflow ensuring my escape. Wading against the current, that is the rush of students, I slip through the door to my next class.
One more uneventful period passes me by without managing to get any new information stuck in my skull. I direct my legs towards the light and gulp down the fresh open air I relish in the freedom of twenty minutes to talk, relax and get away from the dark, depressing classrooms. And yet as with all good things they pass too quickly before they can even be truly appreciated. Maths. Possibly one of the dreariest lessons of my entire timetable, the teacher does little to help, if anything he somehow finds a way to make all the confusing, complex symbols, numbers and letters altogether more confusing and complex. Despite, however uninteresting the class may seem, I still use all of my might to focus on what he is trying to teach. This is due to maths being one of the subjects I do best in and although at the moment it is extremely tedious usually I find a thrill lurking behind all the boring bits and satisfaction at having solved a particularly hard problem. Because of this I hope to carry on with the subject after I’ve finished school and with some luck in to a career for myself. Obviously to achieve these goals I must try to grasp and master all of the challenges that stand in my way, the first of which sits in the form of quadratic equations on the sheet in front of me.
Finally a lesson, if you could call it that, that doesn’t involve sitting down for an hour in the same place staring at a piece of paper. Instead I spend the hour running up and down the gym playing a game I used a have a huge amount of passion for. Regrettably basketball players usually have to be tall or fast, I am neither and whilst everyone else got taller and faster I’ve somehow managed to get only slightly taller and if anything slower. Nevertheless it is a welcome break and a chance to savour the physical activities, yet just as break before I know it I’m standing hot, sweaty and dressed back in my school uniform. Lunch too passes in much the same fashion as break with the exception of it thankfully lasting an hour. Once the bliss has been shattered again, only one more lesson of torture stands in the way before the end of school. It goes by as a gruelling hour of work and longing till eventually it arrives. Hunger eating away at my stomach and the thought of playing Xbox causes me to put on a spurt of speed.
Home a place of relaxation and peace, sometimes. Not so much when a group of 8 year old girls run amok the house screaming continually, I hurriedly get something to satisfy my stomach and retreat to the peace of my room. As the light in the room slowly fades from orange to black I realise I have wasted the evening away doing what amounts to absolutely nothing. It takes me several more minutes before lay my eyes upon the time, the flickering lights inform me that not only have I wasted my entire evening but now I’ve got to go to sleep. With a bitterness burning in the back of my mind I sluggishly get myself ready for bed until ultimately I lie in the same space that I started the day in. Looking up at the mysterious space above me I think about the day that has just ended, the good, the bad, and conclude that the day could have gone much worse was in fact another quite enjoyable. I suppose there’s always tomorrow.
