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What a bad day.
I get up out of my nice warm bed early in the morning. I have a soggy breakfast of Coco Pops. My taxi comes late (again) to take me to school.
On the way, the Radio cuts out, and we lose both the sound from the CD and the tuning for all the Radio Stations. Still, at least I couldn't hear Terry Wogan for a couple of minutes ;)
I arrived at school. Late. Again. By the time I've put my bag into my locker, the first lesson has begun. Off to the D+T Room.
My projects don't work yet again, and the weather turns nasty. I head back into the main building at breaktime, and I get soaked.
I have to change my locker, which involves five minutes of free time (I only get 20 minutes in total). Afterward, I have Mathematics. Apparently, I'm not putting in enough effort in her lessons, says the teacher - so HOW COME I'm taking my GCSE early, then? She says I have done "nothing constructive" in her lesson for weeks - obviously, because I don't even HAVE her lessons during the Holidays...
Next, Games. I just sit around and play on my GBA. Then, Geography. Not too bad, believe it or not.
After Lunch, I had Art - but the teacher was unavailable, so I had the Games/Geography teacher AGAIN instead. Again, I just played my GBA instead of doing Games.
Next was Science. Even more revision. Finally, French. Francais. Boring. I left early (with permission).
My taxi is about 15 minutes late, and we set off. A road is closed due to flooding, so we have to take another route. We get onto the Motorway, and head north.
Guess what? The heater is bust. And the battery dies. And the car steams. After 20 minutes, we get it moving again. 10 miles later, it stops again, and we are covered in a shroud of smoke.
Eventually, some other people from the taxi firm arrive. I set off for home.
And here I am. Not a great day.
I get up out of my nice warm bed early in the morning. I have a soggy breakfast of Coco Pops. My taxi comes late (again) to take me to school.
On the way, the Radio cuts out, and we lose both the sound from the CD and the tuning for all the Radio Stations. Still, at least I couldn't hear Terry Wogan for a couple of minutes ;)
I arrived at school. Late. Again. By the time I've put my bag into my locker, the first lesson has begun. Off to the D+T Room.
My projects don't work yet again, and the weather turns nasty. I head back into the main building at breaktime, and I get soaked.
I have to change my locker, which involves five minutes of free time (I only get 20 minutes in total). Afterward, I have Mathematics. Apparently, I'm not putting in enough effort in her lessons, says the teacher - so HOW COME I'm taking my GCSE early, then? She says I have done "nothing constructive" in her lesson for weeks - obviously, because I don't even HAVE her lessons during the Holidays...
Next, Games. I just sit around and play on my GBA. Then, Geography. Not too bad, believe it or not.
After Lunch, I had Art - but the teacher was unavailable, so I had the Games/Geography teacher AGAIN instead. Again, I just played my GBA instead of doing Games.
Next was Science. Even more revision. Finally, French. Francais. Boring. I left early (with permission).
My taxi is about 15 minutes late, and we set off. A road is closed due to flooding, so we have to take another route. We get onto the Motorway, and head north.
Guess what? The heater is bust. And the battery dies. And the car steams. After 20 minutes, we get it moving again. 10 miles later, it stops again, and we are covered in a shroud of smoke.
Eventually, some other people from the taxi firm arrive. I set off for home.
And here I am. Not a great day.
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I had a good day, too.
What a bad day.
I get up out of my nice warm bed early in the morning. I have a soggy breakfast of Coco Pops. My taxi comes late (again) to take me to school.
On the way, the Radio cuts out, and we lose both the sound from the CD and the tuning for all the Radio Stations. Still, at least I couldn't hear Terry Wogan for a couple of minutes ;)
I arrived at school. Late. Again. By the time I've put my bag into my locker, the first lesson has begun. Off to the D+T Room.
My projects don't work yet again, and the weather turns nasty. I head back into the main building at breaktime, and I get soaked.
I have to change my locker, which involves five minutes of free time (I only get 20 minutes in total). Afterward, I have Mathematics. Apparently, I'm not putting in enough effort in her lessons, says the teacher - so HOW COME I'm taking my GCSE early, then? She says I have done "nothing constructive" in her lesson for weeks - obviously, because I don't even HAVE her lessons during the Holidays...
Next, Games. I just sit around and play on my GBA. Then, Geography. Not too bad, believe it or not.
After Lunch, I had Art - but the teacher was unavailable, so I had the Games/Geography teacher AGAIN instead. Again, I just played my GBA instead of doing Games.
Next was Science. Even more revision. Finally, French. Francais. Boring. I left early (with permission).
My taxi is about 15 minutes late, and we set off. A road is closed due to flooding, so we have to take another route. We get onto the Motorway, and head north.
Guess what? The heater is bust. And the battery dies. And the car steams. After 20 minutes, we get it moving again. 10 miles later, it stops again, and we are covered in a shroud of smoke.
Eventually, some other people from the taxi firm arrive. I set off for home.
And here I am. Not a great day.
I get up out of my nice warm bed early in the morning. I have a soggy breakfast of Coco Pops. My taxi comes late (again) to take me to school.
On the way, the Radio cuts out, and we lose both the sound from the CD and the tuning for all the Radio Stations. Still, at least I couldn't hear Terry Wogan for a couple of minutes ;)
I arrived at school. Late. Again. By the time I've put my bag into my locker, the first lesson has begun. Off to the D+T Room.
My projects don't work yet again, and the weather turns nasty. I head back into the main building at breaktime, and I get soaked.
I have to change my locker, which involves five minutes of free time (I only get 20 minutes in total). Afterward, I have Mathematics. Apparently, I'm not putting in enough effort in her lessons, says the teacher - so HOW COME I'm taking my GCSE early, then? She says I have done "nothing constructive" in her lesson for weeks - obviously, because I don't even HAVE her lessons during the Holidays...
Next, Games. I just sit around and play on my GBA. Then, Geography. Not too bad, believe it or not.
After Lunch, I had Art - but the teacher was unavailable, so I had the Games/Geography teacher AGAIN instead. Again, I just played my GBA instead of doing Games.
Next was Science. Even more revision. Finally, French. Francais. Boring. I left early (with permission).
My taxi is about 15 minutes late, and we set off. A road is closed due to flooding, so we have to take another route. We get onto the Motorway, and head north.
Guess what? The heater is bust. And the battery dies. And the car steams. After 20 minutes, we get it moving again. 10 miles later, it stops again, and we are covered in a shroud of smoke.
Eventually, some other people from the taxi firm arrive. I set off for home.
And here I am. Not a great day.
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