A life in the day of...

Which we go to the place of the school, which we call ours…the

loos. And stand under the heat from the hand dryer until we hear the registration bell. It is then time to run into the classroom just in time to say, “yes” for my name. On some occasions however I have not made it through the door in time. Then our whole class proceeds to the hall for house assembly. This usually consists a class standing up to perform a play on their chosen subjects. All assemblies must have a moral. A usual example would be thinking of an event that is reasonably close to the assembly day e.g. Pancake Day, Easter or Christmas.

At nine o’clock there is the bell signalling the beginning of a very long day. Friday is a particularly hard day with several very intellectual subjects! After three lessons the break bell finally sounds! This is the signal for all rumbling stomachs that nourishment is on its way. Which is always a soft, large and sweet cookie prepared every break time from Mrs Church’s famous recipe. Then after what appears to be a second it is time to return to class for another three lessons until lunch begins. This is a cherished time where for one hour there is no work and time to play and eat slowly. There is a rush to get to the front of the lunch queue therefore getting the best food. After eating it is time to return to the classroom or go outside (depending on the weather!) to practise gym routines with Pips. On returning to school usually covered in grass stains we bump into a teacher who we always greet politely and hope that they will not notice green marks all over us. Normally the cheeky grins that cover our faces show mischief but it is soon forgotten and our jumpers are found. (These are so conveniently designed to cover any stain on a school shirt! Which is also great for the days when I decide to eat pasta with tomato sauce.) Then during the remainder of our hour’s relaxation period almost the whole class sits together and talks. On the arrival of the teacher for the second registration of the day the classroom falls into deadly silence (almost.)

For the last three lessons it is obvious by the faces of pupils that the weekend is growing closer. In the eyes of all students are memories of previous weekends and visions of new ones. The thought of leaving school and meeting with my best friend Rebecca (who lives next door to me and does not go to my school) fills my mind with anticipation and excitement due to knowing what events will take place. The pact we made as children still remains that every Friday we go somewhere either to the cinema, ice skating or bowling or in the event of taking wrong busses and the incorrect train the name of a station that sounds interesting. One of our favourite destinations is Victoria station due to it being inside which is of course a great bonus in winter as it is a shelter from the wind and rain, and it does not require and money, which also is a very useful factor being that it is not very often both of us have money! Before long it is the final bell indicating that the school day and week is finally over.

The usual rush from the final lesson to leave is multiplied and I cannot help but pack up my bag with all my books like “Speedy Gonzales”. Then I dash into the classroom, to pack my bag with homework for the weekend. The coach journey on the way home is loud and there is a different atmosphere. At the moment my foot touches the ground off the coach I know I am close to home and subsequently freedom and fun.

After my adventure with Becca I return home quite late. A particular memory was when we missed the last train and had to take three busses home. I had never been more freezing than waiting for the buses and as night buses are not particularly regular this may give an idea of just how long we spent in the icy winter air. After this I head for the bathroom to try and sort out the windswept and frozen look on my face.  Then I change into my pyjamas, and normally fall asleep watching Friday comedy shows on channel 4.