A Life in the day...
My alarm clock starts beeping at 7:15 exactly and I groan and try to imagine that it isn't there. When the noise doesn't stop I roll over and hurl the unlucky object across the room. It invariably hits a precariously balanced pile of books or CD's and they invariably come crashing down, adding to the scene of devastation that is my bedroom floor. I then slowly drift off to sleep again; until, twenty minuets later, I am rudely awakened by my mum's voice shouting: "Danny you'll be late for school!".
I turn over looking for my alarm clock and, realising that it's no longer a foot away from my right ear but at the other side of the room, I slowly climb out of my bed and get dressed.
Breakfast is usually a bowl of four Wheetabix piled high with sugar and a cup of coffee. About half way through my Wheetabix, the doorbell rings. I shovel in the remainder of my food and rush upstairs to clean my teeth.
It's Fraser at the door. He insists that if I'm not ready buy eight-twenty then we must try and get a lift from my mum. My mum, understandably, doesn't like this and I get the blame.
So I rush about trying to find, amongst other things, my English book or triple science textbook.
I'm ready by 8:20 and Fraser and I enjoy a fairly leisurely walk to school.
Our topics of conversation are, to say the least, varied. One minute we may be talking about the football match last night and the next we may be discussing the pros and cons of Captain Scarlets new anti-Mysteron weapon.
After the fifteen-minute stroll, we arrive at school where we proceed to take the longest route possible to our tutor room. Why this is done I really have no idea but I think it might be a hangover from the days when our classroom was at the other end of the school to where it is now.
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Our topics of conversation are, to say the least, varied. One minute we may be talking about the football match last night and the next we may be discussing the pros and cons of Captain Scarlets new anti-Mysteron weapon.
After the fifteen-minute stroll, we arrive at school where we proceed to take the longest route possible to our tutor room. Why this is done I really have no idea but I think it might be a hangover from the days when our classroom was at the other end of the school to where it is now.
After we have walked the length of the school twice we sit down to 15 minutes of tutor time.
While I franticly finish the History homework due in five minutes time everyone else enjoys some time taunting Michael or Ashley about one thing or another.
As Ben leaves the tutor room I shout after him "Ben! What we got now?"
The reply comes: "Science. Mr Smith."
"OK" I shout as I hurry after him.
First lesson, despite being science, goes past in a dream.
I have decided that however much I may look awake at nine o'clock in the morning I actually do not wake up until ten. Therefore, during first period (science or not) I am still fast asleep. This means that, except under special circumstances (i.e. a test), the amount of work completed in this lesson is fairly small.
Second period, I am usually more awake (unless, of course, it is R.E, in which case I remain a deep sleep throughout, even if it's last lesson.).
I.T with Mr. Wisson is almost never enjoyable.
Despite my love of computers I cannot ever manage to squeeze even the slightest bit of satisfaction from an hours typing numbers, letters and mathematical equations into Excel or some such program. The teacher seems to think that because we are not doing IT long course we are all computer illiterate fools who find it hard to use Microsoft Word. The fact that I have some grasp of a programming language called JavaScript does not appear to alter his attitude towards me.
Third Period is a little better than the first two because I have music. Music, for me, means an hour of solid blues guitaring punctuated by the occasional intrusion of 'my own little world' by Mrs. Humberstone, demanding to know what I think I've been doing for the past hour. I just say "Yes, I will finish my waltz over half term." and she apparently accepts this as a reasonable excuse for playing what I want for the remainder of the lesson.
Period four. Maths. I, personally, find maths rather tiresome, as I believe that it would be far more constructive, to do three exceptionally hard questions, than seventy-four ridiculously easy ones. (This principle is reversed for Triple science, as the hard questions are far TOO hard!)
Maths goes by in an hour of pen scratching boredom in which I use about one and a half ink cartridges. This is, amazingly, even more ink than I get through in English.
Lunch is usually uneventful but occasionally there is a small competition to see who can hurl the most sandwiches at each other. This generally ends up in one person getting completely covered in egg mayonnaise or such like.
Fifth period always drags on a bit (especially RE) except for when we have science (or triple science for that matter), in which case it goes far too quick...well maybe!
The walk home is usually fairly boring and a repetition of the conversations we had at lunch.
When I get home, the first thing I do is take off my school clothes and sit down and eat something in front of the TV.
Then I look at my homework and if I have any that must be done on the computer, I switch it on an do it; if not, then I switch it on and add some more content to my website.
After a couple of hours computing (though not like IT I hasten to add), I sit down and polish my ATC (Air Cadet) shoes and try to persuade my mum to press my trousers.
This done, I eat a usually delicious dinner and then proceed to go out to ATC, if its a Monday or Thursday.
The Air Training Corps or "Army thing", as some of my friends insist upon calling it, is good fun and, as I see it, a good way of furthering my ambition to join the Royal Air Force.
My ATC uniform, (which consists of two shirts, a pair of trousers, a jumper and some highly polished black leather DMS shoes; along with my Waterproof jacket, my 'GP' Jacket and my Corporals stripes), occupies the only tidy part of my bedroom.
If it is not a Monday or Thursday, however, I banish all thoughts of the ATC from my brain and sit down to some horribly overdue homework or go online and browse some websites on JavaScript while chatting to six different people at once (one of whom I don't know at all but whose name, I have discovered, is Tom).
At about nine thirty I go downstairs and either eat, watch TV or read for half an hour or so. At about ten-fifteen I retire to bed and either fall asleep directly or read for fifteen minutes and the drop off. Either way, I am usually fast asleep by eleven o'clock.
Danny Smith
Yr. 10
Danny Smith 07/05/2007
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