Life in a day

The weekends have finished, Monday another boring day at school. All I ever wanted to do was forget its school and go to sleep. I am running late, its 8.00am and the bathroom was occupied. My little brother had just got into the bathroom just before me. I was impatient. If I am late again I knew I would get detention as you get one if you be late twice in a week. I yell at my brother to hurry up. He finally comes out at 8.20am and I rush myself to have a shower and brush my teeth. To my luck I remembered that I hadn’t ironed my uniform. So I quickly ironed them and rush downstairs for breakfast. It is already 8.40 and I have to be in school by 8.50am. I eat quickly and get my bag and I run to school. I really don’t want to be late as I already had a late mark, and if I got another, I will be sitting in a room for an hour with nothing to do.

Oh I had just made it in the classroom. The teacher says ‘you’re late?’ but I tell her it was not my fault and told her there was a minute left. She says by her watch I was late and so she gives me a late mark. I have to give in my diary as writes in the detention. I hate her, I really don’t like her because she’s too bossy and she’s my French teacher. She picks on me to answer her questions knowing that I don’t know the answer. So it’s really sad for me that she’s our tutor.

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The bell rang at 9.00 for my first lesson. It was science. Science is not that bad but the teacher MR Rowley always goes to more detail than we really need to know. In my opinion I think he’s a weirdo. He is a good teacher and can be hilarious sometimes but never complaints if you talk either, as long as you do the work.

It was break, oh was I glad to get out of the classroom. None of my mate’s has a football so I thought there would be nothing to do. We wondered around ...

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It was break, oh was I glad to get out of the classroom. None of my mate’s has a football so I thought there would be nothing to do. We wondered around the field looking for someone to play with. We saw lots of people playing footy but it looks like there is a fight. I run and see who was going to fight it was yr 7’s. I knew it wont be interesting so I walked away to play footy. I found another yr 10 class, who was playing footy, we asked if we can play, they said no. my mate got angry and threatened to beat him up. I told him calm down and I told them its better to let us play or my mates will beat you up. They said yes and so we played a match. It was 3-3 time for the bell to go and my mate scored the final goal as I crossed the ball in.

Breaks finished time for another lesson. I thought for a bunch of wusses they played good against our class. I weren’t sure of what lesson it was so I asked my mate what was it and he said it was French. I hated that lesson and I wouldn’t be able to bunk the lesson as she knows I am here. I walked there with my head down, had to sit in the front as she says I talk too much in the back. I crossed my fingers hoping she wouldn’t be here, but as usual she comes in talking in French and I wasn’t even able to understand a word she is saying. I was getting bored so I put my head down but she calls out my name and tells me to sit up. I am wishing that the fire bell would go and it looked like it came true. We sat in the field for 45mins but it was better than French.

It was time for the next lesson and it was history. I loved history, not because I like the subject it’s because we talk so much and the teacher don’t do anything. There are two mates of mine who always swear at each other and I find them entertaining for some reason. I always think that teacher is a bit of and idiot as he just lets these things happen in front of his face.

Its time for lunch and me and mates run to the queue and push all the weak people out and nearly get in the front. Well it’s better to go first as its always better food. After we ate we played football with them wusses and this time we won them easily. So loos like they weren’t that good after all. Well lunch always goes quick and the bell had rung.

We went to registration and nothing exciting happened then the bell rang for our next lesson.

It was sys+con, I always liked this lesson because the teachers a bit of a joker. We really get do cool projects. Now I am going start making a mini music keyboard. They give us the circuit board but we have to make join the wires etc. today was cool because my mate comes in and says that he lost his bag but he hasn’t. He does this so he can skip the lesson for a bit. The teacher said you can’t go, I think he sussed him out. Later on another teacher comes in saying that she found bowa’s bag and said that it was in the corridor. It was hilarious and I started laughing at him because he didn’t get to skip the lesson. Well the lesson was nearly over and we had to pack up our equipments and clear the table.

Well the last lesson was maths. This lesson is always boring there’s never any fun. And the teacher is very strict. We always do work so and today was algebra. When the school was nearly over I always wait outside for my mates. I was counting the minutes gone by in my watch. Well the bell was about to ring and I packed up then after the bell I waited for my mates and then went home together. As we were walking there was a puddle and I nearly pushed my mate in there. Well I was here my house and I said goodbye to mates and went in and just sat at the TV.