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One Day In My Life

‘Morning’, a word that means the start of a new day; a word that most teens find repulsive…waking ridiculously early to go to school. As my alarm clock flicks to 7:20am, a broad accented Chris Moyles talks about the previous night’s episode of Eastenders. Slowly...very slowly...I begin to wake. I often watch the dust particles dance in the morning light but the effort of keeping my eyes open is too much and I easily drift back to sleep, without a care in the world or a sense of impending doom as the minutes tick away.



Panic, (often leading to a desperate cover-up of certain body parts) strikes me as heavy footsteps of my walking alarm clock marches towards the bedroom door. As always Mum comes tearing into my room, wide awake with

way too much enthusiasm for my liking. My curtains shoot right open and the intense light of the morning sun, crashes in on my closed lids forcing me to wake. The annoying thing about the whole waking process is that relevent instructions are given to me while still being half asleep. Eventually and after fighting off the desire to

stay put, I feel my way to the bathroom. I always prepare my clothes and school books for the next day, always thinking you see...



My shower...not really the type you see in those shampoo commercials...is more of a gentle sprinkle: a weak water-pressured, temperature adjusting, sprinkle, that resembles a Victorian antique and must be hand-held to achieve maximum flow , is ironically the highlight of my morning. After this, it is all down hill. I quickly mould my towel dried hair into a style that is never quite right and soon enough Dad is banging on the bathroom door.


Breakfast consists of a banana, a pint of orange juice and a multi-vitamin tablet, with some toast if blessed. Often my breakfast time is disturbed with a continuous knock at the door. Jessica’s friends know from experience that she will not be ready and join the arrangement of bags, shoes and ‘stuff’ waiting to go to school in the hall. I can’t imagine where my little sister gets her poor time keeping from.

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Every morning I’m taken to school via car with my neighbour Lawrence, we still strangely arrive late! Fran, Lawrence’s sister, also has a lift. We approach the school gates and yes, here we are again. The grey concrete buildings and lack of greenery would exhaust any enthusiast, and I’m no enthusiast. I enjoy school though; I see it as an obstacle at times because I just want to be getting on with a future in music…well, hopefully. Sometimes education seems never-ending but I’d love to leave year eleven and feel that I have done my best. I want to do well.

As I trudge towards my form door I listen inattentively to Lawrence’s dramas from the night before. Sleepy-eyed and now rushing to reconstruct my hair I enter the form.

“Good morning gentlemen, you’re both late,” Mr. Scoutas’ Greek accent creates a smile on both of our faces,

“Sorry Sir, traffic was terrible…”

“Sit down please.”



To commence with the whole picture here are a few snap shots...

Panic throughout the day as homework is not ready to hand in...

Motion to Julie to hand over the chewing gum...

Find a chair, have to move...

Log on to computer...

Spend break looking for friends who are lost...

Snatch the first guitar I can find...

More gum Julie...

Jam with Loz...

Revision...revision...REVISION,

avoid asking question to teachers who have drunk coffee...

PE teacher has new red hair...

Hate geting changed...

Where the hell is Julie?



I meet up with Lawrence to walk home over the slabs and discuss the gossip. He has always experienced

another major event and I’m home before I know it.



Home. Great. Food. Great. T.V. Great...fall asleep whilst watching the Tweenies. The evening pattern begins and the coming and going of family life continues with a shared meal and a raucous conversation, as we swap stories. Then comes a big decision...can I use the old excuse of homework to get out of doing the dishes or will it have to be a new manoeuvre? A lecture from my parents might come next and topical issues currently range from ‘Have you tidied your room?’, ‘Are you revising tonight?’, and ‘Where is the change from the money you took this morning?’



The evening creeps by and all too quickly I am sorting stuff out to allow myself precious extra minutes in bed tomorrow. Funny how I never want to get into bed but I never want to get out of it either. I listen to some music or watch a DVD on my laptop and before I know it the curtains are being pulled back and the light is streaming in. Here I go again...

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