… the alarm clock blares as it strikes 7. 30. The hammer pounces from bell to bell aggravating me to wake up, but when the morning is cold, these bells never help persuade me to get out of bed. Outside is dull and grey, yet my bed is very warm and cosy, why should I get up? Unfortunately, I have to go to school which is required by law and also my dad. From a needed nights rest, I still feel sleepy from the late night I usually spend wondering and panicking about school, ambitions and life. After my dad has hassled me out of bed, I quickly get dressed into the awful school uniform. I detest the uniform, it’s dreadful.
There is no advantage in a school uniform from a student’s point of view; I could list a million points about the disadvantages of the dress code, but compromising seems so much easier. I again hear my dad’s furious voice deriving from the bedroom, ordering me to hurry up before I am late. My dad is usually very depressed, especially on a morning; always instructing me to do something, whether it is to get up or to wash the dishes. After I’ve got washed and dressed, I stumble down a flight of stairs into the kitchen, dreadfully needing a decent breakfast; I can’t focus without any food.
After a good breakfast, I am fully functioning and ready for school well… not really but my stomach is satisfied. I leave for school on the bus, this journey from home to school is very appropriate for some quick revision for an upcoming test, a chat to some friends or some needed sleep. I enter the doors of the prison; trapped until the clock reaches 3:15. Teachers are constantly guarding students like guilty criminals; their eyes never leaving the inmates. The registration period, the beginning of the end.
Everyone shakes their cells, desperately seeking freedom, waiting till the cells are opened at the end of the day. However, I do not completely hate school; it can be enjoyable at times alougth it can become too much, with tests and exams repeatedly. Registration is usually a brilliant time to get some homework done quickly, seeing as completing it at school signifies more time at home, unluckily assembly’s crop up every now and again, which disrupts this routine. During registration, I talk about nonsense, but this is one of the few reasons for school; socializing.
This period is a short 15 minutes and a lengthy 35 minutes on a Friday, a good moment for some essential sleep. Problems like these never happen at the weekend, the best part of the week, although I will never get a good nights rest since on Saturday and Sunday mornings I either visit my grandma or go to work; frustrating. I work for NH Property LTD to earn a bit of money for that day. Nevertheless, the weekend is all leisure time to myself. The weekend generally consists of the same morning and night routine as the weekdays.
I may go to town with my friends, which will frequently involve getting organized, finding something clean to wear and seeing if I have any money left from the previous week to buy drink. Throughout the weekend, I am particularly energetic, the feeling for some physical activities; either a long bike ride or some weightlifting. I enjoy weightlifting very much; it is mainly the climax of my day. I play a few sports, including cricket, basketball and tennis. I am now left to indulge into my free time, I watch some TV, surf the internet, talk to friends online and maybe play on the 360.
Free of problems and worries. The clock swiftly reaches 9:10. Now its time for the day to get officially worse… I despise lessons; the first one is boring, just like the second, third, fourth and fifth. By the end of the first lesson, I’m just about ready to go home and relax from a tough day of work, but unfortunately the day hasn’t even begun yet. Luckily, the break can be very refreshing after an extremely dull lesson, its enough to make you go to sleep. After break, I find myself standing in front of the teacher instructing me to do my tie up and tuck my shirt in.
Nevertheless, all lessons involve sitting tolerantly yet so bored almost to tears listening to the teachers’ lectures about punctuality, quality of homework or some other meaningless matter. Lunch finally comes after three endless lessons; a small sample of freedom. Once the teacher has dismissed us, Richard and I scurry through the crowded corridors full of irritating year 7’s obstructing the route to our tutor room. I always enjoy my lunch, whether it’s because I like my food or its just 40 minutes away from lessons.
After that, lunchtime is fairly similar to any other; Richard and I join the rest of the group of our friends and continue to talk about something completely irrelevant, whilst annoying Sam or Peter. More schooling comes after 40minutes of pure fun and freedom. As the day draws nearer to the end, the lessons become even more uninteresting. The second registration period begins at 1:05 for 10 minutes, no time for sleep. Not all lessons are that bad, some can be a bit of a laugh; another reason for school.
Lessons 4 and 5 creep along they seem everlasting but it finally reaches the end of the day at 3:15, free from the cells teachers call classrooms. After school, finding my bus driver can be tough work! Wondering what bus he’s in, both are very common buses; a green Lee’s bus and a white Leger bus. You don’t only think about what bus he’s in, you wonder if he’s actually there and if so, where? He could be in two different situations, which can be annoying. My bus driver is usually very well organized, but when he’s late he assembles a bad excuse. He is infact incredibly funny, telling jokes and riddles persistently.
I eventually find my bus driver waiting outside the back of the school gates at the very back of the bus queue. I finally return home after a 30 minute journey, I feel hungry on the way home but hopefully there is some source of food on the kitchen table when I get in, eating various foods due to the lack of nutrition the school provides and tries to pass off as food. My dad is always nagging the whole family, even friends to keep the house clean. In the spare time I have to myself, I begin with watching some TV but my younger sister steals the remote from me and watches whatever she desires.
Anyone who happens to be in this unfortunate position of having a younger sister will know how annoying she can be. Mine is no exception. She happens to ruin all my possessions; probably something that she wanted, so destroys it so I can’t have it, complete selfishness. She can easily get under my skin, ignoring her only seems to make matters worse. By this time, I am infuriated by my sisters selfishness; I decide to lock myself in my room and decide to do something by myself to calm down, which usually consists of anything that does not include my sister in any way.
I have my dinner on an evening round about 6; I indulge into a lovely meal with my family. I would like to say that my diet is balanced but what do you honestly expect from a teenager living five minutes down the road from a kebab shop. Around this time after dinner, I feel tired and bored from the school day, I again return to the TV, flicking through the channels saying “no, no, no, no” until I realize that I have been through all the channels realizing that there is nothing on, so as a result I come to the conclusion that all TV is nonsense and turn it off.
I then spend the rest of the night doing homework and surfing the internet while talking to friends online. In next to no time, its roughly time to get washed, so I stroll into the bathroom to have a shower not a bath. I hate baths; you soak in a tub of your own filth that you have collected throughout the day and then coming out all wrinkly yet still as dirty as you were before. Showers on the other hand are economically better and are appropriate when it comes to cleaning yourself.
Around 10 minutes later, I immediately rush to my room to either go to sleep or watch some program on my 50″ plasma screen TV. I usually spend a little amount of time reviewing my day, thinking about what I should have done and not what I did do, then I worry about my future. As I drift off to sleep, I start thinking about all of the things I have done in my life that I should have done differently like an idiotic act or some bad deed.