A Day In The Life Of.
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Introduction
A Day In The Life Of The alarm clock blares once it strikes seven. The hammer pounces from bell to bell aggravating me to wake up. But when the morning is cold, these rebounding bells never help to persuade me to get out of bed. If outside is grey and cloudy yet my bed is very warm and snug, why should I get up? Unfortunately I have to go to school, which is required by law and my dad. From a needed night's rest I still feel drowsy from the late night I usually spend wondering and worrying about school, ambitions, life and so on. After my dad has hassled me out of bed (which may take several minutes), I quickly get dressed into the awful school uniform. I detest the uniform, it is utterly dreadful. There is no advantage to a school outfit from a student's point of view; I could list a million points about the disadvantages of a dress code but complaining seems so much easier. I again hear my dad's shrill voice deriving from the kitchen ordering me to quicken before I'm late. ...read more.
Middle
Now it's time for the day to get officially worse...I despise lessons; the first one is boring, just like the second, third, fourth and fifth. By the end of the first lesson, I'm just about ready to go home and relax from a tough day of work but unfortunately the day is even longer. Luckily, the break can be very refreshing after an extremely dull lesson, as if we were informed to go to sleep. After break, I find myself timidly standing in front of the teacher for being five minutes late into lesson two. Being late is just a habit but three lates in a week means a detention yet I manage somehow to be on time hereafter, already having two lates. Nevertheless, all lessons involve sitting tolerantly yet so bored almost to tears listening to the teachers' lectures about punctuality, quality of homework or some meaningless matter. Lunch finally comes after three endless lessons; a small sample of freedom. Once the teacher has dismissed us, Nick and I scurry through the crowded corridors full of irritating children obstructing the route to the hall. ...read more.
Conclusion
Then I spend the rest of my spare time doing homework and surfing the internet. In next to no time, it's roughly time to get washed so I stroll into the bathroom to have a shower not a bath. I truly hate baths; you soak in a tub of your own filth that you have collected throughout the day and then coming out all wrinkly yet still as dirty as you were before. Showers on the other hand are economically better and are appropriate when it comes to cleaning yourself. Around ten minutes later, I immediately rush up into my room to either go to sleep or watch some programme on TV. I usually spend a little amount of time reviewing my day, thinking about what I should have done and not what I did do, then I worry about my future. As I drift off to sleep I start thinking about all of the things I done in my life that I should have done differently like an idiotic act or some bad deed. Laid on my back in my bed, half awake, where I have returned to the place where I began my day to where it will begin yet again... Kenny Wong ...read more.
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