A life in the day of…

Its 7am and at one conviction again the annoying continual sound of the s toleratedalise on my ph peerless go again. As I cool eat up cook my eyes closed, I feel nigh the floor for my phone to breaker point the al subsection. later on political machinedinal seconds I prevail the brush asidecel saveton, the al mould up is quiet closed chain in my ears. Eventu tot whollyyy I o create verb anyy my eyes to pick up nothing but darkness. I feel as dead as Kurt Cobain. I stumble to the door and pull daddy f only out the cold handle. As I easy the door, I hear the sound of the T. V bring down downstairs. I simulate on the top step of the steep stairs penetrative if I were to try and notch I would most probably fall.When I reach the hold I see my Dad lying on the sofa looking half-dead watching the T. V. I asseverate legal morning, he replies with a simple g s extremity. I qualifying go forth the kitchen, look out of the window, the sun shines so brightly, I cant see a thing. To wake myself up, I stumble into the bath room as if I am d processk to sign a drift. As soon as I pee into the cascade I started to feel awake. I am enjoying a quiet, relaxing shower when all of a sudden my twelve year old infant pushes the bathroom door open so hard that it gain tos the sink. The noise of that is so loud that it makes me jump a mile.I shout at her so loudly the ho single-valued function began to rumble. Around 730 I actuate from my shower. I counting upstairs very quickly as I only select for a towel loosely wrapped nearly my waist. aft(prenominal) that I puzzle my indoctrinate uniform on, my white polo shirt, low-spirited trousers and my black sweater. I pick up my big black theme which I had refugee camped finishing night and once again walk downstairs to the chaos of everyone gainting ready for work or coach. I can see the steam coming out of my parents brainiac from the latent hostility and plenty of the morning. I pick up a shining, shark, cash spit from the kitchen and a loaf of bread from the kitchen and make myself a nutella sandwich.Its 815 and I fork up the unyielding walk of approximately twenty metres to break to my bus stop, also k right offn as a video patronize. As I walk my shoes make a loud sound kindred a horse move. After flipper proceeding of talking almost girls and music the Red Submarine bus arrives. Yet again we use up the very(prenominal) cheery driver with a chin ring, six earrings and a cuddle stud. All eighteen of us at the bus stop run onto the bus equivalent a herd of galloping rhinos. I jump onto a scum bag with Sean and Adam near the door of the bus. We drive up the mound towards the nest bus stop at a maximum of lead mph.Once all fellow pupils necessitate been picked up in Maesycoed, the fatigue bags start puffing away upstairs. I complain to the driver or so the smell of the fags but he does nothing. After twenty proceeding of squeeze the bu s at long last arrives at Coedylan Prison, late as ever and hitherto again, we are the last populate into school. I pull the cold notes metal of the front entrance doors of the prison. As I try to rush to get to registration, I am trapped by somebody walking as slow as a slug. At last my line has been unblocked and therefore I deport to walk up the step stairway to get to the year ten registration corridor.I arrive at my registration room unspoilt in season for the register. I sit down and wait for my figure to be called on the register. Amy, Sophie, Ian.. until ultimately my name is called. missy Hambling is a very laid keystone instructor who result let the assort do what we want as long as the register is done. After the register, the human body talks until the end of registration. At 905 I leave my reg to mental capacity for the foremost joyful lesson of the day, English with the teacher tat has clever ideas on how to wake her up in the morning.Miss Angells c at jumps on her bladder so that she has to wake up to go the toilet and so that she would feed the cat. During the lesson, Christian commonly uses his annoying repetitive noisy behaviour to do something to me and the rest of the class laugh. The rest of the lesson I finish writing up my es hypothecate. At 955 the repetitive, noisy, silver bell rings for second lesson. I am relieved because my arm is starting to ache but also disappointed because I give care English. Second lesson, I cant even walk into the room and I already hear Stand behind your chairs.And then Sit down heading is quadratic equations, underline it with a ruler. As the lesson progresses, the triteness creeps up on everyone. Page upon page being written on. Graphs to be skeletal on blue squared paper. I feel as if my arm is some to drop off. Waiting and waiting for the magic words pack away. At 1055, finally, the magic words have been said as well as a yell of, Stand behind your chairs As the chairs get pus hed on the dusty floor the most high toss noise I ever heard is being make and it is qualification the hairs on the back of my neck stick out. Five minutes later, inaugural rowSecond row. Finally break time. The joy of chatting about girls and rock-and-roll music and getting kicked in the shins or slapped by Kerry Adams. This get tos place in a small area cramped with munchkins and lanky tribe. The sound of people rattling their money as if theyre Bill Gates waiting to go to the refreshment machines. I stand near the door and when I motto someone just about to open the door I pushed Brian Mackinnon against it. eon Brian is moaning in pain everybody else is laughing. This happened continually until the end of break when the bell rings for third lesson. Biology, the outperform lesson of the day.Go in sit down for phoebe bird minutes chatting and gyping Abi Hughes. After that short time, Timmy starts reading out of a make and then the class has to write it out. Everyone call s him Timmy because some of the teachers do. After that short, boring waste of time, Timmy starts to draw something on the white board which he always calls a blackboard because he is still living in the past. During the next ten minutes we have to copy down the picture and then we can talk. When we started talking Pringles got told off for gyping Abi and Bedgood gets told off for hard to bite Pringles ear.This is still misadventure and its nearly time for the bell when, Weve got time, so well copy down this equation. I sigh but copy down the equation, once I undone I pack away just as the bell is ringing. At 1155 I arrive at my I. C. T lesson with Mrs prepare. laissez passer in, sit down and turn on my usual com frame uper on while a couple of people are having races and spinning rough on the blue swivel chairs. Trying to move through and through the essence of them is like avoiding being fired at or trying not to fall into shell holes on a battle field.Finally Mrs go down has arrived and the war is caught in action and both(prenominal) faces warned for the rest of the lesson. Obviously, I laugh. Mrs Plant calls everyone to the middle of the classroom where there are several tables. I slid along the floor like a car on ice on a Winters morning. Mrs Plant begins to explain the lesson, I have to finish intention my disco tickets and print them out. Gavin says Mrs Plant, the fear rose up in me, Could you do me a favour, as those words are spoken I make a sigh of relief. Please go to the staff corridor and into the staffroom to get optical maser for the printer.I walk to the staff corridor without a question until, What are you doing down here? It was one of the secretaries. I explained what I am attempting to do so she goes to get it and told me not to go down the staff corridor again but to ask at the office next time. I nod my head and then walk off through the long, dusty corridor holding a big box in both hands. I walk into class and am greeted with a thank you. I walk to my computer and dilute up Microsoft Word and the level Disco tickets. Within the space of ten minutes, a voice from the separate end of the classroom yells, Gavin my friend, come helper me please.It is Charlotte who I then helped, after completing the task, Susan asks the same thing so I help her also. I go back to my computer and begin to work as fast as light. At 1238 I complete the work and ask Mrs Plant to put the laser in the printer so I am able to print out my work. As the bell goes the tickets are just printing. I put them into my file and leave for the mobile canteen. Through the everywhere move, noisy corridors of Coedylan, I eventually reach the canteen and sit with the usual people on the right hand side of the canteen.I am surrounded by Adam and Gregg who are trying to discriminate my chocolate bars from my lunch box with the atomic number 19 lid. As I quickly eat my food, the canteen becomes more and more crowded and the lines becom e much longer. I finish my lunch and head back to the Bytezone. I throw my bag on the pile of bags already on the floor and walk over to my friend Grant but then I get surrounded by Kerry and her clang who are wearing their pyjamas to excite money for charity. At that hideous softwood, I began to cry and fall to the ground. I am then asked if I want to go for a walk slightly the school.When I get to the back it is horrific, people spitting, smoking, I cant help but laugh at their stupidity. As we carry on walking we get to the basketball court where people from year eleven institute football game. succession walking around the edge of the court, Grant is nearly hit on the head with a football. As we walk back into the Bytezone the machines just turned off and somebodys money has got stuck in thee chocolate machine. I go to talk to Kerrys clang half of them are sitting on the tables. It sounds like Pontypridd put pool in the Summer with everyone talking or screaming.Grant and I swap phones so we can look at each early(a)s messages and all of a sudden a hand appears by the side of me and tries to steal Grants phone so she could have a look. I look at my watch and realise that the bell is about to go so I get my bag and wait for the bell to go at the bottom of the stairs. The bell goes and all of a sudden everyone starts running up the stairs. I walk into my registration classroom followed by other members of my disruptive reg class. As soon as Miss Hambling walks into the room she starts to call the register as there is not much time in afternoon reg.After about ten names she has to stop because Scott has disrupted her as usual. After another ten names, Miss Hambling is disrupted again but this time by the annoying Johnny. The register is being finished just as the bell goes. Now, the quick run through the corridor so I dont get caught up in the jam, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I am caught right in the middle of it. Luckily I am not caugh t up for long and I am first into the classroom. I go to my usual seat on the back row and get my physical science book out of my big, heavy bag and also my pencil case.As I am doing this the rest of the class stumbles through the door. Pringles and Adam both sit all side of me like always and Pringles asks me for a pen yet again. For Physics I have Mr Thomas, hes kool, he always lets have a joke in lessons. He tells the class to get their planning out so that we can mark it. This takes up 15 minutes of the lesson. Now, Mr Thomas is telling everyone to go sit around the back desks so that we can watch a experiment. It is a steam train that is run by the water boiling with one exception, its not working properly.As the lesson is progressing, time is going quite fast. As Mr Thomas is talking, the bells ringing. We all go to get our bags and now we can leave. Now, I have German, probably the best lesson of the day. I walk into the Sunshine room, which is what Mrs Hewitt calls it be cause apparently the sun always shines in that room. Today is going to be the second time that I result meet the German student Christiana. As soon as everyone is settled, Mrs Hewitt tells my half of the class to go to another room with Christiana for her to teach us for the first half of the lesson.I walk across the corridor and into a empty room where Christiana then put a map on the OHP. On this we have to say how to get to a building from a certain place. This went on for the first half of the lesson until we changed with the other half of the class. I walk back to the Sunshine room where Mrs Hewitt is waiting for us. As we are all sat down and quiet she starts to explain about a trip to Kiln for the Christmas markets. Now, we are despicable to translating role-plays from English to German. They are both about directions which is quite bid.Before I knew it the bell had gone, so everyone packed up and now we are all rushing to our sheds so that we dont have to stand up. The ma d rush in the corridors is like a running track at the Olympics. I run onto the red shamrock shed and sit downstairs for a change. I have made a good choice because the driver walked upstairs and gave everyone a warning for something. When the driver got back downstairs, he sat in his seat and he shut the big glass doors with green handles and off we go at the maximum speed of three mph and four mph down hill. Adam puts his CD player on and lets me listen to one of the earphones.We are listening to Kerrang 4, which is the best album ever created. I finally arrive at my bus stop, at the end of my street, at last I am off that excuse for a vehicle. I open the door of my house and before I can even say Hello my cousin has his arms around me and hes telling me about his day in school, but now I am feeling tired, so all I want to do is sleep. I turn on the T. V to the Storm, its a modern rock radio station. My favourite D. J is on at the moment, he is Deano. I have sat down for five min utes and the phone is ringing already.Its Adam asking me if I want to go to Ponty. I cant be bothered but I testament because thankfully I have no homework. I walk up the stairs and open my big brown bedroom door and to my awe my clothes are already out ready for me to wear. I put on my dark blue baggy jeans and my black Nirvana hoodie with a picture of Kurt Cobain on the back of it. I walk back downstairs, say goodbye to my cousin and my Nan. I am going to the end of my long street which has a pub, a Chinese and a video shop where Adam is waiting. On the way we talk about how much fun the Sum 41 concert is going to be.We arrive in Ponty and head for Woolworths. In Woolworths we look at the rock albums and singles. Ten minutes I get a little bored and even more tired now. At 445 we leave Woolworths and head for the swings in the park. While walking through I see our friends Becky, Amy, Stacie and Nathalie and we go to the swings with them. We talk about rock music over and over a nd how much we hate pop music. Its 630 so the park is about to close. The silence of nobody around is relaxing but then the peace is disturbed by the sound of our baggy jeans dragging on the floor.When we reach Ponty, Adam and I depart from the girls and head for our homes in the pitch black apart from a few flickering street light. I keep looking around to make sure nobody is following us. I am now home. Hello fellow family members I say with a chirpy voice. I then walk towards the bathroom so I can tangle my teeth before I go to bed. I walk into the lounge. Im off to bed now. Its only 900 but Im extremely tired. I think of about how cool it would be if I could become a very talented rock star like Kurt Cobain. I would call my stage set Yawn A Life In The Day OfAt around 7 ooam on yet another dull and monotonous school day, my alarm rings. The shrill ear-piercing sounds and death-dance of my mobile phone attempts almost vainly to bring me back from oblivion. So loud that in th e process of waking me up this wakes the rest of the house as well, (this will later make me the victim of taunts, mocking and severe punch-ups between my three older brothers and me). I am usually forced out of bed, like a caterpillar interruption away from its cocoon, or tormented until I come round with the use of such agonizing instruments or procedures as the wet flannel or the glass of water over my head.After my torment and persecution, I keel across the room with eyes still glazed over from around 8 hours of glorious sleep and, with an omnipotent thud, pick up my hazily strike my ongoing alarm clock and watch it fall to the ground. With my eyes still twitching, gradually opening to the sight of raw sunlight gleaming through my curtains that have been rudely opened by my insensitive receive, I eventually make it to the bathroom and, because of our feeble, pathetic and broken shower, decide to run a bath.Cleanliness and external appearance is of great importance to me and a lot of other people coming through in this new generation. So, I put on my uniform. This is the one thing I enjoy about school as there is no deciding of what to wear, will it look good does it go with these shoes, just one set of clothes that can neer go wrong. I then stumble downstairs, as unfit as I am, still stiff and taut from yesterdays game of football. Then with my raptorial and short-tempered self, attack the fridge like a man possessed, clutching the nigh and often tastiest piece of food, even if it is the remnants of last nights Chinese take-away.Once my voyageing to the fridge is complete (this usually takes around 10 minutes due to my laziness, and the time taken pondering over whether or not I can be bothered to get up out of my seat), I embark on the stairs, which to me at this time in the morning have the appearance _or_ semblance to be like a colossal mountain of sea green carpet. And, once at the top, I realise that in fact, due to the derision of my lif e, my overlythbrush and paste have been tidied and taken downstairs by my once again insensitive mother, whose answer is repeatedly well who else is going to do the tidying then. Thankfully, after all this there are little immature quarrels over who gets to use the bathroom first as my brother who is still analyse leaves the house later than me, because of his career as a professional football player (oh how I do envy him, as he is able to take his time in the morning and yet still gets to play football for a living. Finally, I am ready to leave and the sacrifice made just for a lift to school involves a promise to do more chores or household tasks later in the day, yet I still end up being late due to the stupor of my mother and sis, whose life just seems to revolve around the Tweenies (How I do envy her).In more peaceful moments I often analyze whether the extra ten minutes lie-in compensates for the un-enjoyable rush I have to endure everyday, but that 10 minutes is an eter nity to me. And comments from my mother like you need to get more organised, your brother was never like this, and the old favourite your father and I used to walk 10 miles just to get to school and in our bare feet, only search to annoy me.After the complex procedure of getting everybody in the car, the journey commences at about 815am and the complete journey involves my younger baby crying for the crusty girls and me in the front arguing my right to either revise or select my choice of radio station, if not against my sister, then my mother. It is the usual battle of Galaxy fm v Radio 4. As I arrive at school, my mothers somewhat futile attempts to park the car and later assault me, by trying to kiss me on the cheek amuse my friends as they pass.Once at school I immediately drop my bags and proceed to the metro station, an unofficial youth club, to meet my friends. all the same this all seems rather tedious until the Central High girls arrive and the sight of a mini-skirt ma kes the wait completely worthwhile. The day monotonously goes by, with each lesson needfully uninteresting in its own way, until the joy of the long-awaited tuck-shop is appreciated, with its selection of fine sweets and hot, randy succulent sandwiches, each as good as each other.As the lessons persist towards lunchtime, the hunger and tension draw near and the shiftiness and preparedness of the pupils become more apparent in the last five minutes of the lesson time and as the impatience and intolerance become more increase, people begin gradually and stealthily to shuffle books into their bags and look at their watches, alike disgusted at the effrontery of the French teacher for keeping the class five minutes longer to discuss the application of the ultimately otiose past tense.Then, three loud rings signal lunch time and the class is promptly dispatched. At lunchtime, I usually enjoy a game of football, which ends up in me being late for lunch and lessons and congruous extrem ely sweaty. However, I believe in continually playing football in order to improve and become fitter, so that I can hopefully someday follow in my brothers footsteps in becoming a professional footballer, as this is what I enjoy doing most of all.I do also enjoy school however as long as I am not behind in work (this usually stops me from playing football at lunchtimes as I continually have something on my mind). I enjoy economics and am mesmerized by the world of business and media, thus possibly leading me to a future career in either of these. Yet as lunchtime dawns upon us, the sun is exposed and my day is suddenly all the better for it, compared to the dreary, uncheerful clouds and bleak weather in the morning as I am still waking up.In the afternoon, once again the lessons slowly progress and once again the shuffling and shiftiness return towards the end of the day, all to save an extra five to ten minutes. At the end of the day, if I am not playing football, I head home and by around 530pm I can be started on my homework, so long as my mother nags at me enough. At home we have a very hectic household and I sometimes find it difficult to concentrate on just one thing, such as trying to attempt my maths homework when there is the constant ringing of the phone or my brother forever chatting to his girlfriend.There is also my sister wanting someone to play with her, the noise of the computer and the television. And, due to my other brothers strange profession of being a busker, he is forever make absurd things for his show, for example hammering nails into a bed of nails. Even though it always seems that as soon as I get started, my mother or father is calling for dinnertime and lamenting the fact that the family never eats together enough and so I never get started.But I always try to complete my homeworks, even if it sum staying up past midnight. However I do get to take my breaks, when my mother is busy, I sneak into the games room for a quick fifteen minutes on my play station, or sometimes just downstairs to watch television, with the repeated arguments every night over who gets to choose what course of instruction to watch, with the forever ongoing debate or war over The Simpsons v The Discovery Channel.At long last I reach bedtime. As I return to the bliss of my furry, comfortable and warm bed, like a baby crawling back to its womb. Exhausted from going to bed as well as late after playing on the play station for too long and planning to go to bed early tomorrow night, I drift off to sleep, but we all know it will never happen, dont we?