My Dad is a very relaxed and mellow person in manner and a complete contrast to my Mum who is always busy or doing something. Although well educated he often acts childish to make me laugh or smile, my Mother doesn’t see it this way and just thinks he is “messing about,” as she puts it.
I walk out of the bathroom past my Dad and he tries to ruffle and mess it all up again.
I sometimes get the bus to school but most of the time I go with my Mum in the car which makes no difference as she has to go past school on her way to work, I much prefer the car anyway as it’s always cold on the bus. In the car we sometimes listen to a CD or talk about a variety of things ranging from problems I’m having at school or homework that I should have done the previous night.
After my Mum has dropped me off at the supermarket car park I head towards my friends house. Aaron gets out of bed when I arrive and has to put up with me nagging at him so that we won’t be late into school. He is very laid back and nothing seems to phase him and he will not be rushed no matter what the consequences are of him being late. This habit does not always work to Aarons’ advantage.
Eventually we make it into school and we split and head towards our own form rooms.
When I reach my form room I find I’m three minutes early which I am quite happy about. I sit down just as my tutor reads my name off the register. I like my tutor, her name is Miss. Kealey, although new to Ramsey Grammar School she seems to be settling in well and is able to control the slightly worsely behaved children in my class just perfectly. The bell rings and violently brings me back from my blissful daydream.
Off I go to meet Nathan my other friend so we can walk to our first lesson of the day together. Nathan is completely opposite to Aaron and is well organised and always has his homework completed on time.
My school is Ramsey Grammar School on the Isle Of Man although mush quieter than my old school in England it has a nice learning environment and nice surroundings for pupils and teachers alike. The teachers are always fair and I generally learn a lot both academically and socially as well.
Although the school is quite old all the equipment is state of the art. For example there are three main buildings which are: The East building which is where my form room is, The West Building which is where the year seven, eight and nine form rooms are and the sports hall complete with multigym. All of them are equipped well and which makes it RGS an easy school to learn things in.
I have chosen nine subjects at GCSE level. I find history one of my more interesting subjects as I like to learn about the two world wars as well as more recent conflict such as The Falklands and Vietnam. My views on the political side of these conflicts vary depending on why the war was started but unless there is a really good cause I disagree with war because I don’t believe that people should die over a few acres of land as in The Falklands War. One of the subjects that I dislike is my technology options which are electronics because I am more academic than practical and I think that I cannot achieve my full potential while studying this subject.
When I am older I hope to become a lawyer in The Isle Of Man so therefore I need good GCSE grades and A-level results to reach this target.
The lunch bell rings at twelve forty five and I am relieved from hunger at last, my saviour usually consists of a jacket potato with cheese and a bottle of water. Now I have reached year ten I am encouraged to eat healthily by my head of year and there are no burgers and chips in sight at our canteen.
At school the headmaster has recently introduced a smartcard system to pay for our lunches with, this means no money is exchanged at the tills, but instead a card is swiped and the money is deducted appropriately. My Mum puts a whole terms money on the card in advance and I budget my money and make sure that it lasts that long. I take quite a serious attitude to eating healthily and keeping fit as I enjoy playing rugby for my school and have recently been made captain of the team, although to late I have been failing to keep my promise to myself despite my perseverance.
After lunch we have two more lessons then I make my way to the rugby pitch for training. My coach is Mr.Ward. I think he is a good coach and is training the team well; he also isn’t too hard on the lesser players on the team and gives them a break if it gets too tough. Together we work in cooperation to get together a team.
After getting changed and doing my best to tidy myself up. I run to the bus station to catch the bus to my home village which is called Andreas and is situated in the north of the island.
The journey on the way home is lonely as it gets dark early. I put my walkman on and try to block out some of the sombreness.
When I reach Andreas after a thirty five minute journey which seems like an eternity, I set the table for my Mum and we all sit down to eat our dinner. After dinner I go up to my room, remove my uniform and put on my after school clothes. I like to wear jeans and I usually dress smartly and put on a shirt. After I have spent ten minutes doing my hair I go downstairs and help my Mum to tidy up. As I don’t really watch TV I go down to the bus stop and catch the bus to Ramsey.
When I get to Ramsey I meet Nathan and Aaron at the bus station and we head down to the local youth club. I like the club because it keeps young people off the streets. All the people who work there are friendly and helpful and will try to answer any questions we ask to the best of their ability. While we are there we play are variety of games ranging from hockey to football. At approximately nine thirty I get picked up from the club by my Mum and we head back to Andreas.
My weekend routine is much different because I usually stay at Aaron’s house and we go either to the island’s capital which is called Douglas or to Laxey in the middle of the island where there is always something going on. When we get back to Aaron’s we usually watch a video or a DVD and then we go to bed. I lie in bed and I try to summarise the day I have just lived through. After about an hours thought time my eyelid’s slowly start to close, I can’t keep them open much longer and then I’m gone, asleep, ready to start over again.
