A day in the life

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Awaking from a restless night’s sleep, the first thing I hear is the screeching of the alarm. I reach across to the side table to be met by the glowering red lights reading 06:45 am. I hit snooze and rest my head back on my snug, comfy pillow and feel everything around me begin to slowly fade away. Just as drift off back to sleep, the alarm springs vigorously back to life, bringing me back onto earth. Oh, how I long for Saturdays, lying in bed without the necessity of waking up or going to school, just lounging around the house doing whatever I please.

Nevertheless, I have to endure five days of awaking to the piercing ring of the alarm in my ears, before I will be blessed to be able to awake at a time which I desire. The reason I long for the weekend? The stress of GSCE’s. The pressure gradually seeps into me; with an exam everyday of the week, in addition to the coursework and general homework set each lesson. It is an abrupt transformation from the school life I knew last year- with homework that could be done within minutes, lessons which passed by quick enough to not drag us into boredom and teachers who rarely mentioned forthcoming GCSE’s.

Although now? All us students hear about is the importance of our GCSE. Slowly opening my eyes, I’m blinded by the unexpected winter sunshine. I’m suddenly aware of the coldness beyond the warmth of my duvet, as I pull the duvet away from me and clamber out of bed, feeling the coldness seep through my body. I hurriedly brush my teeth, and race downstairs. Suddenly, as I enter the kitchen, I remember the Physics test I had intended to revise for last night- for today, which, evidently, I haven’t.

Seizing the first piece of toast I come into contact with, I hurriedly cram it into my mouth; in desperation of acquiring some time to revise what I can. As I finish my breakfast my brother strolls into the kitchen, wearing a scowl on his face. It appears that he has, yet again, forgotten to finish his school maths homework, and as a result received a stern talk from my mother. While informing me on his mishap, he parks himself on a stool near mine and begins to devour his breakfast. I stride up the stairs two at a time, in order to read hastily through my physics notes.

I try to cram some revision into my brain, nonetheless failing miserably. My organisation skills have one more proven to be, on a scale of one to ten, less than 1. I decide that this is the last occasion where I postpone a piece of homework, for I know that if I postpone it, it will never get completed. Although, I know it is a lost cause, a resolution which, undoubtedly, will not be kept. Travelling to school, a quarrel breaks out between my mother and I; she claims I have, yet again, made my brother late for school.

Even though I argue that I only delayed the journey by a couple of minutes and that no one is going to be late, she stands her ground clear, resulting with the remainder of the journey spent in a awkward silence. In the midst of my thoughts, the words: radiation, alpha, beta, gamma revolve around in my head, a chant repeated over and over again, like a mantra or a cluster of insignificant words circling through my mind. Physics, in my opinion, is a waste of time- it is useless subject and I don’t understand it to have any significance in the real world; outside of school.

However I have no choice of what they teach at school or any power over what I want to be taught so I do what I am instructed to do so. Reaching school, I set eyes upon a sea of green uniforms entering the school gates. Joining them I set foot inside the school building, ready to start a new day. Within the school halls I notice my friend Becky sitting at the far side of the hall, joining her, I find her frantically completing her Biology homework. Somehow she compels me in to helping her finish it, in order for her not to receive a detention.

We finish just in time, as the bell sounds for start of school, and make our way towards our form room. First period, DT: easy work for the brain, and an easy way to start the day. Ambling along to physics I meet my friend Laura, who I share this period with. Heading for the back of the lab we take a seat on the last row. We share a comparable perception of the subject of physics: produces you with, what seems like, everlasting boredom and is virtually incomprehensible. The test, fortunately, turns out to be multiple choice, which is tremendous for me as I have a quarter chance that my guessed answer will be correct!

Staggering my way through the first two periods of the day, I meet up with my friends in the form room: Jess, Becky, Laura, Emily and Ali. I cannot thank my friends enough for providing a reason to enjoy school, making it bearable to the pass the days, weeks, months and years knowing that it’s not all facts, figures and work. We get on with each other like a house of fire: we understand each other, we recognize each other’s strengths and weaknesses and we don’t have to lie about who we are- we can be who we are, because that is the trust which we have with one another.

Gathering our books together, we saunter towards the hall for a break from work. The next two periods present themselves to be rather enjoyable- English and I. T, keeping us on our feet, our brains alert. With only one period left of the week, we spend lunch discussing whether we should meet up to go shopping or to loiter around one of our houses during this weekend, what TV programmes we are going to watch, the latest celebrity gossip etc.

We also confer on the subject of the recent feud between two girls in our form who virtually loath each other and continually bitch about one another persistently, seemingly for no apparent reason. While engaged in the midst of our conversation, I thoroughly fail to remember to do the maths assignment due in next period. Hence I spend afternoon registration rapidly working though maths problems, which I find, while marking them in the lesson, were all correct! Who said doing homework at the very last minute was wrong?

Maths seems to soar by swiftly, and before I know it, it’s the end of the week, the week-ends is here at last. Drawing together all my text books and folders needed to do the homework during the weekend, I head out of school along with Emily. Joining the queue of eager students filing out of school, we reach the school gates to find our parents waiting in cars, ready to take us home. Reaching home after a busy week, I unwind on the sofa while watching Friends, my favourite TV programme, the reason being that the humour is endless and exceptionally entertaining.

Finishing the remainder of my homework, in front of the TV, from an assortment of subjects, I feel satisfied knowing that all my homework is complete, out of the way. Leaving me with a whole weekend to prepare for the next week – a cycle which never fails to cease. Enjoying the rare period of freedom- I phone Ali to discuss the opportunity of meeting up this weekend to go shopping in Bromley, to spend all the birthday money I received a couple of weeks previously. Deciding to meet outside McDonalds, a lunch time treat, the previous day, I set the phone down and begin to make my way upstairs towards my room.

As if like a routine I robotically turn on the computer and sign into MSN, an obsession of the teenage world. Getting ready for an early night I reminisce on the past week: the ups, the down, the lows and highs of normal everyday life. While my thoughts start to fade away into the blackness of the night sky, I contemplate what life has to offer for the week ahead and the life ahead of me. My dreams and hopes of leaving school with top grades- at this point in my life, and with that notion I drift off. Away into the oblivion.

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