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Ever had one of those days which you wish could be subtracted from your life, one of those days where events are so bad that it often makes you wonder why days like this exist, and why in one go? Some say that it’s just in your mind, a few bad events that make the whole day appear awful and that it is just in your head. Well let me begin my tale of Friday 24th of May.
This was intended as a great day, it signaled the end of the hard revision week, the weekend was just around the corner with a Star Wars movie on Sunday and I also get the visit my sick Nan in hospital (who apparently died in the closing minutes of the notable election but was in fact very sick). Why I’m looking forward to my sick Nan? Well the fact is I adore my Nan but I believe she doesn’t think I do after failing to visit her on several occasions, and so this is my opportunity to change things. More notably the Friday is “free” a day off from work and exams and combined with the release of Super Smash Brothers: Melee a truly great day in the making. What you are about to hear is a personal account on what went wrong.
For starters what was so good about this particular day went sort of bad, Smash Brothers was released a day early and so there goes that excitement, oh well at least I get to play it. Only then to get the killer phone call, some of my exams clash and so for me they moved them around. 2 English exams and 1 Geography was moved onto the 24th May, I had already done some English revision (although not as much as I hoped) but I had done no Geography revision. I panicked, after taking hours trying to find out what an occluded front was I realized I am not going to revise well enough for this exam. So began the day of 4 and a half hour exams, 3 hours work, a Notable Hunter story to write and no time to play games. Despite this pessimistic outlook I was somewhat optimistic, at least my exams are out of the way and I can truly get the weekend I deserve. Well it all went wrong from the start, well nearly. 8:50 the exam start 8:10 I got up, after rushing through everything I ran to school, the day was sunny, well it was sunny until I got half way there where it started to bucket down. Here I am at school, with my set text drenched and unreadable, unrevised, tired and soaking, Getting into the exam admittedly on time I struggled not finishing the final question, I well and truly messed up half of the second exam making me feel a little useless. Now I have one hour to revise for Geography.
Now a good friend of mine named Emily now doesn’t like me, why? Damn good question “something she was told” she said. I wasted this hours revision trying to sort this out and then my heart dropped as the bell rang I was late. I dashed to the exam only to be humiliated by my teacher who held my hand to my table because I couldn’t find it. Now this is the only good part of the day, are you waiting for it? The exam I didn’t revise for and truly dreaded was easy, that’s right it was easy, the little information I did pick up from my teacher was enough to make the exam somewhat easy. Now the rain is still pouring and back I walk, tired and exhausted I get home and cannot wait to play Super Smash Brother’s Melee finally escaping the day, which I was already dubbing awful only to find my brother on the Cube and a note saying “cook dinner” oh well sod that! And then I get to work, oh my god do I regret this, unfed, tired, worn out I turn up for work and what do I get, moaned at. I’m not working fast enough, I should have done this and that by now, stop talking, and I’m tempted to give you your marching orders. Why couldn’t one part go by easily, I was tired, I was exhausted and I really didn’t have the energy and boy did I know about it!
So there we have it day over, as my boss finally said, “Right pack away” I was delighted, home time, Internet time, and bedtime. Even the long bike ride home was a little easier knowing that the day was finally over, a bit disappointed but the weekend will bring about better things. And now here comes the biggest blow that would make any day bad, but something that makes a bad day even worse then your on to CBFD proportions. I get home, I park my bike go upstairs and throw my bag down collapsing on my bed. The house was strangely silent despite me noticing my Dad and my Mum in the living room. I feel a little concerned when my door begins to open slightly and there, on all fours is my seven year old brother wearing a blue dressing gown and tear in his eyes, “Nannies gone” he said, I turn and look at him startled “Nannies gone” he repeated before going back downstairs. Shocked I truly was, why has she gone, what does he mean? Gone where? Does he mean she’s dead?? And then my father walks in confirming my worst fears “Your Nan died… about 8” Before descending back downstairs. And then I was left utterly gutted, now my Nan will never know that I truly do love her and I’m not missing her deliberately, she was such a kind woman whom despite being poor always gave generously to all her family. And I really can’t imagine her gone; you will not believe how hard it is for me writing this right now.
And to make it worse the only reason she died was because the Doctor’s didn’t explain to her what was happening she didn’t understand why they wanted to do things (like remove her tonsils) and so told them to go hop it. But she had a mild cancer, so mild it killed her and I remember my Mum telling me that she told granddad “Let them take out my tonsils, they can do whatever just let me live.” And looking back on that I can’t help but cry. And so here I am now, in the last hour of Friday 244h of May, crying. Something, which I never thought a day, could do.
Dringo.
This was intended as a great day, it signaled the end of the hard revision week, the weekend was just around the corner with a Star Wars movie on Sunday and I also get the visit my sick Nan in hospital (who apparently died in the closing minutes of the notable election but was in fact very sick). Why I’m looking forward to my sick Nan? Well the fact is I adore my Nan but I believe she doesn’t think I do after failing to visit her on several occasions, and so this is my opportunity to change things. More notably the Friday is “free” a day off from work and exams and combined with the release of Super Smash Brothers: Melee a truly great day in the making. What you are about to hear is a personal account on what went wrong.
For starters what was so good about this particular day went sort of bad, Smash Brothers was released a day early and so there goes that excitement, oh well at least I get to play it. Only then to get the killer phone call, some of my exams clash and so for me they moved them around. 2 English exams and 1 Geography was moved onto the 24th May, I had already done some English revision (although not as much as I hoped) but I had done no Geography revision. I panicked, after taking hours trying to find out what an occluded front was I realized I am not going to revise well enough for this exam. So began the day of 4 and a half hour exams, 3 hours work, a Notable Hunter story to write and no time to play games. Despite this pessimistic outlook I was somewhat optimistic, at least my exams are out of the way and I can truly get the weekend I deserve. Well it all went wrong from the start, well nearly. 8:50 the exam start 8:10 I got up, after rushing through everything I ran to school, the day was sunny, well it was sunny until I got half way there where it started to bucket down. Here I am at school, with my set text drenched and unreadable, unrevised, tired and soaking, Getting into the exam admittedly on time I struggled not finishing the final question, I well and truly messed up half of the second exam making me feel a little useless. Now I have one hour to revise for Geography.
Now a good friend of mine named Emily now doesn’t like me, why? Damn good question “something she was told” she said. I wasted this hours revision trying to sort this out and then my heart dropped as the bell rang I was late. I dashed to the exam only to be humiliated by my teacher who held my hand to my table because I couldn’t find it. Now this is the only good part of the day, are you waiting for it? The exam I didn’t revise for and truly dreaded was easy, that’s right it was easy, the little information I did pick up from my teacher was enough to make the exam somewhat easy. Now the rain is still pouring and back I walk, tired and exhausted I get home and cannot wait to play Super Smash Brother’s Melee finally escaping the day, which I was already dubbing awful only to find my brother on the Cube and a note saying “cook dinner” oh well sod that! And then I get to work, oh my god do I regret this, unfed, tired, worn out I turn up for work and what do I get, moaned at. I’m not working fast enough, I should have done this and that by now, stop talking, and I’m tempted to give you your marching orders. Why couldn’t one part go by easily, I was tired, I was exhausted and I really didn’t have the energy and boy did I know about it!
So there we have it day over, as my boss finally said, “Right pack away” I was delighted, home time, Internet time, and bedtime. Even the long bike ride home was a little easier knowing that the day was finally over, a bit disappointed but the weekend will bring about better things. And now here comes the biggest blow that would make any day bad, but something that makes a bad day even worse then your on to CBFD proportions. I get home, I park my bike go upstairs and throw my bag down collapsing on my bed. The house was strangely silent despite me noticing my Dad and my Mum in the living room. I feel a little concerned when my door begins to open slightly and there, on all fours is my seven year old brother wearing a blue dressing gown and tear in his eyes, “Nannies gone” he said, I turn and look at him startled “Nannies gone” he repeated before going back downstairs. Shocked I truly was, why has she gone, what does he mean? Gone where? Does he mean she’s dead?? And then my father walks in confirming my worst fears “Your Nan died… about 8” Before descending back downstairs. And then I was left utterly gutted, now my Nan will never know that I truly do love her and I’m not missing her deliberately, she was such a kind woman whom despite being poor always gave generously to all her family. And I really can’t imagine her gone; you will not believe how hard it is for me writing this right now.
And to make it worse the only reason she died was because the Doctor’s didn’t explain to her what was happening she didn’t understand why they wanted to do things (like remove her tonsils) and so told them to go hop it. But she had a mild cancer, so mild it killed her and I remember my Mum telling me that she told granddad “Let them take out my tonsils, they can do whatever just let me live.” And looking back on that I can’t help but cry. And so here I am now, in the last hour of Friday 244h of May, crying. Something, which I never thought a day, could do.
Dringo.
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Ever had one of those days which you wish could be subtracted from your life, one of those days where events are so bad that it often makes you wonder why days like this exist, and why in one go? Some say that it’s just in your mind, a few bad events that make the whole day appear awful and that it is just in your head. Well let me begin my tale of Friday 24th of May.
This was intended as a great day, it signaled the end of the hard revision week, the weekend was just around the corner with a Star Wars movie on Sunday and I also get the visit my sick Nan in hospital (who apparently died in the closing minutes of the notable election but was in fact very sick). Why I’m looking forward to my sick Nan? Well the fact is I adore my Nan but I believe she doesn’t think I do after failing to visit her on several occasions, and so this is my opportunity to change things. More notably the Friday is “free” a day off from work and exams and combined with the release of Super Smash Brothers: Melee a truly great day in the making. What you are about to hear is a personal account on what went wrong.
For starters what was so good about this particular day went sort of bad, Smash Brothers was released a day early and so there goes that excitement, oh well at least I get to play it. Only then to get the killer phone call, some of my exams clash and so for me they moved them around. 2 English exams and 1 Geography was moved onto the 24th May, I had already done some English revision (although not as much as I hoped) but I had done no Geography revision. I panicked, after taking hours trying to find out what an occluded front was I realized I am not going to revise well enough for this exam. So began the day of 4 and a half hour exams, 3 hours work, a Notable Hunter story to write and no time to play games. Despite this pessimistic outlook I was somewhat optimistic, at least my exams are out of the way and I can truly get the weekend I deserve. Well it all went wrong from the start, well nearly. 8:50 the exam start 8:10 I got up, after rushing through everything I ran to school, the day was sunny, well it was sunny until I got half way there where it started to bucket down. Here I am at school, with my set text drenched and unreadable, unrevised, tired and soaking, Getting into the exam admittedly on time I struggled not finishing the final question, I well and truly messed up half of the second exam making me feel a little useless. Now I have one hour to revise for Geography.
Now a good friend of mine named Emily now doesn’t like me, why? Damn good question “something she was told” she said. I wasted this hours revision trying to sort this out and then my heart dropped as the bell rang I was late. I dashed to the exam only to be humiliated by my teacher who held my hand to my table because I couldn’t find it. Now this is the only good part of the day, are you waiting for it? The exam I didn’t revise for and truly dreaded was easy, that’s right it was easy, the little information I did pick up from my teacher was enough to make the exam somewhat easy. Now the rain is still pouring and back I walk, tired and exhausted I get home and cannot wait to play Super Smash Brother’s Melee finally escaping the day, which I was already dubbing awful only to find my brother on the Cube and a note saying “cook dinner” oh well sod that! And then I get to work, oh my god do I regret this, unfed, tired, worn out I turn up for work and what do I get, moaned at. I’m not working fast enough, I should have done this and that by now, stop talking, and I’m tempted to give you your marching orders. Why couldn’t one part go by easily, I was tired, I was exhausted and I really didn’t have the energy and boy did I know about it!
So there we have it day over, as my boss finally said, “Right pack away” I was delighted, home time, Internet time, and bedtime. Even the long bike ride home was a little easier knowing that the day was finally over, a bit disappointed but the weekend will bring about better things. And now here comes the biggest blow that would make any day bad, but something that makes a bad day even worse then your on to CBFD proportions. I get home, I park my bike go upstairs and throw my bag down collapsing on my bed. The house was strangely silent despite me noticing my Dad and my Mum in the living room. I feel a little concerned when my door begins to open slightly and there, on all fours is my seven year old brother wearing a blue dressing gown and tear in his eyes, “Nannies gone” he said, I turn and look at him startled “Nannies gone” he repeated before going back downstairs. Shocked I truly was, why has she gone, what does he mean? Gone where? Does he mean she’s dead?? And then my father walks in confirming my worst fears “Your Nan died… about 8” Before descending back downstairs. And then I was left utterly gutted, now my Nan will never know that I truly do love her and I’m not missing her deliberately, she was such a kind woman whom despite being poor always gave generously to all her family. And I really can’t imagine her gone; you will not believe how hard it is for me writing this right now.
And to make it worse the only reason she died was because the Doctor’s didn’t explain to her what was happening she didn’t understand why they wanted to do things (like remove her tonsils) and so told them to go hop it. But she had a mild cancer, so mild it killed her and I remember my Mum telling me that she told granddad “Let them take out my tonsils, they can do whatever just let me live.” And looking back on that I can’t help but cry. And so here I am now, in the last hour of Friday 244h of May, crying. Something, which I never thought a day, could do.
Dringo.
This was intended as a great day, it signaled the end of the hard revision week, the weekend was just around the corner with a Star Wars movie on Sunday and I also get the visit my sick Nan in hospital (who apparently died in the closing minutes of the notable election but was in fact very sick). Why I’m looking forward to my sick Nan? Well the fact is I adore my Nan but I believe she doesn’t think I do after failing to visit her on several occasions, and so this is my opportunity to change things. More notably the Friday is “free” a day off from work and exams and combined with the release of Super Smash Brothers: Melee a truly great day in the making. What you are about to hear is a personal account on what went wrong.
For starters what was so good about this particular day went sort of bad, Smash Brothers was released a day early and so there goes that excitement, oh well at least I get to play it. Only then to get the killer phone call, some of my exams clash and so for me they moved them around. 2 English exams and 1 Geography was moved onto the 24th May, I had already done some English revision (although not as much as I hoped) but I had done no Geography revision. I panicked, after taking hours trying to find out what an occluded front was I realized I am not going to revise well enough for this exam. So began the day of 4 and a half hour exams, 3 hours work, a Notable Hunter story to write and no time to play games. Despite this pessimistic outlook I was somewhat optimistic, at least my exams are out of the way and I can truly get the weekend I deserve. Well it all went wrong from the start, well nearly. 8:50 the exam start 8:10 I got up, after rushing through everything I ran to school, the day was sunny, well it was sunny until I got half way there where it started to bucket down. Here I am at school, with my set text drenched and unreadable, unrevised, tired and soaking, Getting into the exam admittedly on time I struggled not finishing the final question, I well and truly messed up half of the second exam making me feel a little useless. Now I have one hour to revise for Geography.
Now a good friend of mine named Emily now doesn’t like me, why? Damn good question “something she was told” she said. I wasted this hours revision trying to sort this out and then my heart dropped as the bell rang I was late. I dashed to the exam only to be humiliated by my teacher who held my hand to my table because I couldn’t find it. Now this is the only good part of the day, are you waiting for it? The exam I didn’t revise for and truly dreaded was easy, that’s right it was easy, the little information I did pick up from my teacher was enough to make the exam somewhat easy. Now the rain is still pouring and back I walk, tired and exhausted I get home and cannot wait to play Super Smash Brother’s Melee finally escaping the day, which I was already dubbing awful only to find my brother on the Cube and a note saying “cook dinner” oh well sod that! And then I get to work, oh my god do I regret this, unfed, tired, worn out I turn up for work and what do I get, moaned at. I’m not working fast enough, I should have done this and that by now, stop talking, and I’m tempted to give you your marching orders. Why couldn’t one part go by easily, I was tired, I was exhausted and I really didn’t have the energy and boy did I know about it!
So there we have it day over, as my boss finally said, “Right pack away” I was delighted, home time, Internet time, and bedtime. Even the long bike ride home was a little easier knowing that the day was finally over, a bit disappointed but the weekend will bring about better things. And now here comes the biggest blow that would make any day bad, but something that makes a bad day even worse then your on to CBFD proportions. I get home, I park my bike go upstairs and throw my bag down collapsing on my bed. The house was strangely silent despite me noticing my Dad and my Mum in the living room. I feel a little concerned when my door begins to open slightly and there, on all fours is my seven year old brother wearing a blue dressing gown and tear in his eyes, “Nannies gone” he said, I turn and look at him startled “Nannies gone” he repeated before going back downstairs. Shocked I truly was, why has she gone, what does he mean? Gone where? Does he mean she’s dead?? And then my father walks in confirming my worst fears “Your Nan died… about 8” Before descending back downstairs. And then I was left utterly gutted, now my Nan will never know that I truly do love her and I’m not missing her deliberately, she was such a kind woman whom despite being poor always gave generously to all her family. And I really can’t imagine her gone; you will not believe how hard it is for me writing this right now.
And to make it worse the only reason she died was because the Doctor’s didn’t explain to her what was happening she didn’t understand why they wanted to do things (like remove her tonsils) and so told them to go hop it. But she had a mild cancer, so mild it killed her and I remember my Mum telling me that she told granddad “Let them take out my tonsils, they can do whatever just let me live.” And looking back on that I can’t help but cry. And so here I am now, in the last hour of Friday 244h of May, crying. Something, which I never thought a day, could do.
Dringo.
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