A Life In The Day Of Essay

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A Life In The Day Of? Essay, Research Paper A life in the day of? Paul Gambrill Here is a Picture of me. Sadly, it?s not very good-probably because I HATE having my photo taken. My name is Paul Gambrill; I live in a house in Felixstowe that is very close to Safeway (I can buy a pie in under 1 minute); I am 15 but change my age to suit my mood-I can go from 10 to 20 in one day; I like cool things and hate most things/people. ??????????? My average morning consists mainly of shouting, swearing and a whole lot of trying to get out of spending another day at school. Each day I use the same few words to start my day off?well, they?re more grunts and gurgles than words but they make perfect sense to me. ??????????? After the fuss and bother of getting up, washing, dressing and

packing my bag for school I bound down the stairs, ignore all of my family, go out of the door and launch myself onto my bike ready for the day ahead. I am the sort of person that has the thought of skipping school each day to stay at home and eat ice-cream but I never do because there is a huge amount of guilt and fear (of getting found out) that descends upon me, so I keep on pedalling in a school bound direction. ??????????? Upon my arrival at school I slam my bike into a rack, lock it up and ignore everyone I see. The reason for ignoring everyone I see is because in the morning I am a very terrible person, I am extremely grumpy and talking to someone will make it worse. ?Then I walk to the school entrance and kick open the door and kick open all the other doors that impede my

rapid and uneasy journey to the form room where I hope to hear the great news that some of my least favourite teachers haven?t turned up for school due to some freak accident! ??????????? More unearthly noises follow as I enter the form room?that room of death, unsanitary conditions and weird smells. There is a warm feeling in the back of my neck as teachers I know and hate walk by killing me in their small minds. It doesn?t bother me because I can think of far more interesting ways of killing them than they can of me!!!!! ??????????? ?Quiet please? declares Mr Speirs, but no one seems to care that he wants us to shut-up. Again he says it, ?Quiet please.? Still, he gets no reaction and decides to sit there, arms folded, angry look on his face and still, he has no effect on the

class. It usually takes him a couple of minutes realise he won?t get anything out of us and finally resorts in a little retaliation?either he shouts at us or he gets one of the senior teachers to have a dig. The threat of a senior teacher shuts most people up but the war is not yet won by the teaching community, as it NEVER will be! Ha Ha Ha ??????????? During this time all I do is talk to my friends about what was on TV last night, or talk about something stupid someone did yesterday. I am not the sort of person who gives in to demands pretty easily so my friends and I all keep up the noise for as long as possible or until we can?t really be bothered to annoy a defenceless teacher any longer! ??????????? The bell goes and it?s time for my day to officially get worse?I hate

lessons and the first one is always boring, just like the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth. By the end of the first lesson I am about ready to go home or maybe even die if it comes to it. I am always hungry after the first lesson as well. But still, I have to keep going on and on with my life, no matter how hungry I am! ??????????? What has hunger got to do with finishing the first lesson? I hear you ask! Well, I never have breakfast and learning makes me very hungry. Probably because my brain works really hard and I use up a lot of excess energy and fat to learn so I need some food to top me back up! ??????????? When lunchtime finally comes I can?t be bothered to eat so I don?t-unless I see something I really like-a pie; sweets; chips soaked in vinegar; even the odd packet