Personal Writing.

Khuram Akram

10T

Personal Writing

Autobiography

I woke up earlier than usual for my first day at the Royal Grammar School, at six o’clock to be precise. I was feeling weary and fatigued but then I realised what day it was and my eyes just flew open as if I had seen something very shocking. I jumped out of bed and sprinted to and fro in excitement, and gradually after my excitement settled slightly I went downstairs for a spot of breakfast, but I then became conscious of the fact that I wasn’t hungry. I then scuttled upstairs and ran straight towards my wardrobe where my new school uniform awaited me. After I looked at myself in the wardrobe the smile on my face rapidly evolved into a frown, my new royal blue blazer came down to my knees and my grey jumper seemed to be like a present my grandma had knitted for me. Grudgingly, I went downstairs again to seek my mother and show her how the uniform seemed to be extra large on me. However, she ignored my judgment, as she was more concerned by trying to get the digital camera to work in order to take some photos of me. With my confidence slightly affected I decided to set off to the bus stop, and I departed the house leaving my very energetic mother behind.

It was a very cold autumn day, the cold breeze was slapping my face and I was feeling extremely cold, but at least I had my extra large blazer to keep me warm. After a five-minute walk I finally reached the sheltered bus stop, and I tried to straighten myself up in an attempt to give my new classmates a good first impression. The coach finally arrived and it was considerably late, but I was more apprehensive about meeting my new friends. I stepped onto the neatly carpeted coach and glanced around, it seemed as if they were all as anxious as I was, and I finally took a seat in the back row. The coach was absolutely silent, apart from the occasional cough from me, in an attempt to try and break the awkwardness. However, nobody responded so I decided to listen to my music player as most of the boys were doing. After what seemed to be the longest twenty minutes of my life, I got off the coach and stared around at my new surroundings. The tall buildings were looming over the group of boys, and we were all glancing around in awe as if we were tourists in a beautiful city. Just then we all heard a deep thundering voice saying, “year sevens this way please!” I was slightly alarmed by this, but I still remained composed in front of the other boys. We all assembled in the Queens Hall, and after a long introduction we were placed into our new classes. I noticed that the other boys’ uniforms were equally large as mine, and a sense of relief swept me, and at that moment I believed that I was mentally prepared for my new career at the Royal Grammar School.

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My new classmates and I assembled for my first photo in the Royal Grammar School. We had to queue in descending order of height, and to my shock I was nearer toward the front of the line. My turn for the photo finally arrived, and I sat down in front of the photographer and noticed that at least twenty boys were looking, which slightly put me off. The photographer seemed to be very demanding and he wanted my photo to be perfect, he was acting as if I was going to be on the cover of a magazine. Nevertheless, I responded to his demands politely and I even managed to force a smile at the end. After I was told it was break, and I lingered around for a while, as I did not want to depart the Queens Hall on my own. To my relief, I made my very first friend at the school; he seemed to be waiting for somebody too. The boy seemed to have the same interests as me, and after a long talk we decided to go to the canteen. The canteen was already packed with pupils that were twice the size we were, but then I figured out that they were the older boys in the school. I felt like a small ant scurrying around compared to the giant teenagers. After finally reaching the front of the canteen queue, I was filled with disappointment as I saw the food that was on offer. The food seemed to be over-cooked and the china plates did not appear to be washed thoroughly. In addition, the canteen ladies seemed to be characters from a Roald Dahl book. Their well-oiled hair was wrapped around in a tight bun at the back of their hair and they had long and filthy aprons covering their old-fashioned uniform. At that moment, I promised myself that I would never eat anything from the canteen as long as I lived, and instead I pleaded to my new friend and he willingly gave me some food.

After break, we had to find our way back to the form room, so I decided to ask a year ten. After carefully following his directions we soon figured out that he had deliberately given us the wrong directions as we ended up in the chemistry laboratories. I told myself, for future reference, not to ask for help from the senior boys but to ask the teachers instead.

At lunch my friend and I decided to head down towards the year seven playground. Fortunately, we observed that our fellow classmates were playing football, so we chose to play football with the others. I was determined to play good in order to impress the other boys, and I did by scoring two goals. At the end of lunch, the majority of the boys began to praise my talent in football and I tired my best to be modest. I returned to the form room with all of my new friends along side me and with a huge grin on my face.

I felt a huge sense of disappointment as the bell rang signifying the end of the day. However, I was feeling exhausted and felt that I needed to get some rest in order to have a good start at the Royal Grammar School. At the end of the day, the coach was unsurprisingly late again, and I was very relieved to sit down after a long and tiresome day. I was feeling very drowsy on the coach, somehow the droning of the engine helped relax me. Finally I reached my stop, and I stepped off the warm and luxurious coach and into the cold and wet pathway. I was dying to tell my mother about my first day at school, so I decided to sprint home. I was running home very fast, carefully dodging the dog droppings in the dark alleys, every now and again splashing into a big deep puddle. After a few minutes of running I finally reached home, as soon as I opened the door my mother came to greet me. “How dare you! Do you have any idea how much I had to spent to pay for that…” After giving her a puzzled look, I stared down at my uniform. It was drenched and the bottom of my trousers had mud stains, it almost seemed as if I was coming back from fighting in the front line. My mother gave me a very distressing look and marched off towards the kitchen, not quite the welcoming I had imagined. I went upstairs and headed straight towards my bedroom, and just fell onto the bed. I remember thinking that I would love to stay on at this school for the next six years, and I closed my eyes for one minute and suddenly dozed off.