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. My dad is usually very grumpy, especially in the morning; always instructing me to do something, whether it is to get up or to clean the car.
We moved a couple of years ago and I prefer my room in this house since in the old house I had to share an averagely sized room with my older brother. Avoiding my brother is completely involuntary; his annoyance repels me away as if a repellent shield was surrounding him. The limited space causes me to diverge away from him, even if I'm not trying to. Geoffrey, my older brother, is in the year above me and he will be beginning his GCSE exams soon and then he'll be off to college, which causes the matter of worrying about my future...again. When we moved to our current house, I actually had a choice in what colour, furniture I had in my room (including the room itself), which was excellent. I had to make this room entirely mine given that sharing is so over-rated, especially with a certain annoying brother. Adding a few minor features like clothes and books laid across the floor, cracks in the walls and maybe some leftover piece of food somewhere will create the room personal.
After I've got washed and dressed, I stumble down two sets of stairs into the kitchen, dreadfully needing a decent breakfast; I can't operate without any food. After a proper meal, I am fully functioning, ready for school, well...not really ready but my stomach is satisfied. I leave for school in the car with my dad and brother, this journey from home to school is very appropriate for some quick revision for an approaching test or some needed sleep.
I enter the doors of the prison; trapped until the clock reaches twenty five past three. Teachers are constantly guarding students like guilty criminals; their eyes never leaving the pupils' actions. The registration period, the beginning of the end. Everyone shakes theirs cells, desperately seeking freedom, waiting till the cells are opened at the end of the day. However, I do not completely hate school; it can be enjoyable at times although it can become too much, with tests and exams repeatedly. Registration is usually a brilliant time to get some homework done quickly, seeing as completing it ...
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I enter the doors of the prison; trapped until the clock reaches twenty five past three. Teachers are constantly guarding students like guilty criminals; their eyes never leaving the pupils' actions. The registration period, the beginning of the end. Everyone shakes theirs cells, desperately seeking freedom, waiting till the cells are opened at the end of the day. However, I do not completely hate school; it can be enjoyable at times although it can become too much, with tests and exams repeatedly. Registration is usually a brilliant time to get some homework done quickly, seeing as completing it at school signifies more time at home, unluckily assemblies are twice a week, which disrupts this routine. During registration, I could talk about any nonsense seeing as though I haven't really woken up yet and that's if I'm not asleep already, but this is one of the few good reasons for school; socializing. This period is a lengthy twenty five minutes (that's if I'm on time), a good moment for some essential sleep. I am frequently late getting into school due to getting up late or forgetting something I needed for class. A good excuse is to blame my parents, every now and then; my mum would come along, trying to bring the kitchen sink with her wherever she goes. Occasionally, my dad may have overslept only slightly, causing me to oversleep who I crucially need to pester me out of bed.
Problems like these never happen at the weekend, the best part of the week, although I will never get a good night's rest since on Saturday and Sunday mornings I either have football training or a match, frustrating. I play for Purton at left back even though I'm not naturally left footed. Nevertheless the weekend is all the leisure time to myself. The weekend regularly consists of the same morning and night routine as the weekdays. I may go to town with my friends, which will frequently involve getting organized, finding something clean to wear and seeing if I have any money left over from the previous week. Throughout the weekend, I am particularly energetic, the feeling for some physical activities; either a scrap with my brother or some bodily sport. I enjoy sport very much; it is mainly the climax of my day. I play many sports, including football, basketball and tennis. I am now left to indulge into my free time, I watch some TV, surf the internet and maybe play some video games. Free of problems and worries.
The clock swiftly reaches five past nine unless a prolonged fifteen minute assembly has just occurred, the constant lectures causes time to crawl. 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. While entering the doors of the cafeteria the rancid smell of this supposed food strikes us. I always enjoy my lunch (despite the lack of nutrition), whether it's because it means an hour away from lessons, or because I just love my food. After that, lunch time is a fairly similar to any other; Nick and I join the rest of our group of friends and continue to talk regarding anything that is somewhat relevant and annoy one of their younger brothers or sisters, or play a good game of foolish basketball.
More schooling comes after one hour of pure fun and freedom. As the day draws nearer to the end, the lessons become even more uninteresting. The second registration period begins at twenty past one for five minutes, no time for sleep I'm afraid. Not all lessons are all terrible, some can be a bit of a laugh; another reason for school. While leaving for my next lesson, I realise that I'll just get rebuked for being late for lesson four so I aim not to be. Lessons four and five creep along like an eternity, but it finally reaches the end of the day at about twenty five past three, free from the cells teachers call classrooms. However, on Wednesdays and Fridays lessons are increased by an additional fifteen minutes. It would be easier to handle if the other students didn't taunt us for having more schooling even though the lessons aren't too bad.
After school, finding my dad can be tough work! Wondering what car he's in, both are very common cars; a silver Mercedes and a red Ford. You don't only think about what car he's in, you wonder if he's actually there and if so, where? He could be in two different situations, which can be a nuisance. My dad is usually very well organised but when he's late, he assembles an awful excuse. He is in fact, incredibly funny, telling jokes and riddles persistently.
I eventually find my dad waiting with my brother all along in a concealed situation at the very back of the car park. I finally return home after a twenty minute journey, I starve on the way home but hopefully there is some source of food hidden in the car. I dash straight for the kitchen once I have entered the building, eating various foods due to the lack of nutrition the school tries to pass off as food. Many of my friends believe I eat fish and chips continually for snacks and dinners but my mum forces me not to. My mum is always nagging the whole family, even friends about the cleanliness of the house and themselves, she is completely obsessed with hygiene. People find it odd that I live in a chip shop but it is really quite normal; just imagine it's like an enormous extension on the side of your house, which includes an extra level, several deep fat fryers, numerous fridges and constantly working parents.
In this spare time I have to myself, I begin with watching some TV but my older brother steals the remote control from me and watches whatever he desires. Anyone who happens to be in the unfortunate position of having an older brother will know how annoying he can be. Mine is no exception. He happens to ruin all of my possessions; probably something that he wanted so destroys it so I can't have it, complete selfishness. He can easily get under my skin, ignoring him only seems to make it worse. By this time, I'm infuriated by my brother's selfishness; I decide to do something by myself to calm down, which usually consists of anything that does not include my brother in any way.
I have my dinner later on in the evening around six; I indulge into a lovely meal with my family. I would like to say that I have a balanced diet but what do you honestly expect for a teenager living in a chip shop.
Around this time after dinner I feel tired and bored from the school day, I again return to the TV, flicking through the channels saying "no, no, no, no" until I realise that over seven hundred channels have nothing on, so as a result I come to the conclusion that all TV is nonsense and turn it off. 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
