Today was nothing but an average day the day started with the bleeping of my alarm clock. I think it must be time for me to get a new one, because it is starting to sound like a dying screaming cat and it is not a pleasant noise to wake up to. Although being woke up at seven o’clock in the morning is never pleasant anyway. I try to turn over and pretend that I have never heard the alarm clock and I should go back to sleep. I always am able to convince myself of this until my mother walks in with a cup of tea all happy and energetic.
I have never understood how somebody manages to be that happy in the morning and why anybody is that happy in the morning, because at that time in the morning everybody should be still tucked up in a warm cosy bed fast a sleep. I manage to prise myself out of bed and have a sip of tea. Although I don’t like having to get dressed I have been putting on the same uniform for four years now, so it only takes me ten minutes. When I enter the lounge my brother is sat there like he is every morning looking quite pleased with himself, as he has beaten me to the television and has managed to put Sabrina on again.
I really do dislike that television show it is so fake. It is all about a teenage witch attending high school and it doesn’t interest me a bit, although this particular morning I haven’t got the energy to start an on going argument as to what should be on the television and why. This argument however does happen nearly every morning of the week, but this morning I grin and bear Sabrina. Mum then comes trough the door still looking happy asking for the orders for breakfast. That is another thing I don’t understand.
Why do you have to eat breakfast I never feel like eating anything at this time in the morning, but if you say no she just ends up giving the lecture on breakfast being the most important part of the day and that you can’t go to school on an empty stomach. Leaving for school always seams to be a rush it seems however much time you leave for it there is always a last minute panic about a match or club after school or you needed something in particular for the day that you haven’t got. This morning I only forgot to tell mum that I was going into Grandmas on the way home and I didn’t have any money for the bus.
The journey on the way to school is so boring it is the same route and the same silence in the car. This is when the radio provides a distraction and a type of comfort for everyone in the car, as nobody dares to mutter a word. anna1, please do not redistribute this dissertation. We work very hard to create this website, and we trust our visitors to respect it for the good of other students. Please, do not circulate this dissertation elsewhere on the internet. Anybody found doing so will be permanently banned.
Entering the classroom is always nice, because it is nice to see everybody and hear what has been going on, sometimes it is hard to believe what people have been doing the night before though, as you wonder where they manage to find the time. If they have been to see a film that evening and you have spent the whole night doing a piece of homework, you do tend to start and wonder if they are telling the truth or not. Homework then has to be handed in and it is a mad rush to make sure you have every piece completed and with you to put on the table for the monitors to hand it in.
Then for the first time in the morning you manage to grab a few seconds to see what everybody is up to. This is when you really get to see what is going on. You get to see who hasn’t done their homework and who has and any arguments that have occurred over the last few days you have missed. Assembly is never a part of the day I look forward to. Although on a Wednesday we have our year assembly and Mrs schenchal does this and it isn’t as boarding as it used to be, so I don’t mind it as much as I normally would. I know assembly is an important part of the day, but the schools my friends go to only have assembly once a week.
It would be better if we had a hymnbook, because then we would have something to fiddle and distract us from what was going on. Lessons started with English, which I normally hate so much. Today however was different, as we were going to have a new teacher. Having a new teacher is always nice as the boys would wind them up state the obvious you don’t have to do much work, but this lesson I was looking forward to because we had not done any work the previous term, so I was looking forward to see what the new teacher would be like. Break time I never really see the point of.
By the time I get all my things in my bag I have wasted five minutes of the break time anyway, so today the same thing had happened by the time I packed my things away five minutes had already passed. When I have reached the yard break is nearly over. I do manage to have about five to ten minutes to catch up on all the news and gossip before I have to make my way to my next lesson, which today is Games. Today I was a bit worried about Games, because the week before I had dislocated my finger during a game of netball and it is still a bit dislocate. When I dislocated it, it really did hurt.
I felt my heartbeat in my finger and all the blood racing in my head. Putting it back in was the worst bit, because I had to put it in myself and I was scared of doing it wrong. So this games lesson I was a little nervous of hurting it again. Another thing is that I don’t like Games. I am only interested in Rugby, so I don’t exactly enjoy netball, as it is a girly non-contact sport. We do have a nice Games teacher though so that makes me feel a bit better about playing this awful game. All the way through Games I dread Maths. I hate maths and I am no sort of a mathematician at all.
I never seem to understand the subject and although I never do terribly badly at it I still hate it. The only good thing about Games today was that we won the match. I know it is the taking part that counts, but I always enjoy winning and I think any sane person does. Although we did win I can’t take any of the credit for it, because I have only touched the ball about once the whole game. We always have to rush from games to maths, because although it doesn’t take us long to get changed it does take us quite a while to chat. The walk to maths is awful, because maths is on the top floor and it is up to flights of winding stairs.
When I get to maths I am tired, bored and dreading the lesson that is about to commence. My fears came true once again and this maths lesson we were doing data-handling, which I really don’t understand. I know it is a bad thing, but I am starting to give up on maths, so now I don’t worry as much as I used to. I sit there checking the clock waiting for lunch- time when I can finally have something to eat. Lunch- time finally came. I eat my lunch, which my mother had made and sat chatting for the whole hour. I do like lunch- time it is a time where you can finish last minute homework and finally you can have a break from lessons.
The only complain I do have about lunch- time is that we are not allowed to go to Llandeilo. I think that we should be allowed to Llandeilo, because if you go to Amman valley you get to go to Amman ford town and I go to Town on my own, so I don’t see why I can’t go up to Llandeilo I know Llandeilo isn’t the most exciting of places, but it better than walking around the school grounds or having to be sat inside a classroom. All we are allowed to do is stay in the school grounds, so I think we should have a certain point in Llandeilo that we are allowed to go to. M rx obfuscated anna1’s rationalisation .
My next lesson was French. I am not very good at this subject and today it was the test results. I hate test results teachers always give them back to you a certain expression on their face, which tells you if you have done well or not. Today my teacher was in quite a good mood, which meant she had a huge bad surprise she was going to spring on us or we had done well in our test. The result was a bit of both. She had the surprise that she was going to put us into sets, which meant everybody in your class would know if you did well or not and I had got an A* in my test.
I didn’t know this so when she mentioned sets my heart sunk to my toes and I felt sick. Although I was pleased I was in top set I was scared because as I said I’m not too good a French, so I wondered if I could keep up. Biology was next, which I was pleased about, and I never mind Biology. I want to be a midwife, so I have to do well in Biology. The only thing I did dislike today was that we had to watch a video and videos in the sciences are always complicated and boring, so when the time to go home finally aroused I was very glad, as this had been the time I had been waiting for since seven this morning.
When I got on to the bus I was not amused I had to stand up with all the homework in my bag, so when it was the stop outside my grandparents I was very relieved. As soon as I walked through the door my tea and my cake was waiting there for me. It is always nice to see them as they spoil me. I did my homework first thing that evening, because there was a lot of it. I hate homework it is really annoying, because after a day of school you have to sit and do more work.
The other problem is that if you don’t understand it there is no one there to help you, so you end up spending twice as long on it and getting cross with it, because if you don’t do it you end up getting told off for not even trying. This was the problem with my maths. Marx o Dinner was ready when I was half way through my homework, so I ended up leaving it for after dinner. Dinner was nice as we had pizza and chips, with a garnish of salad. I was in a bad mood, so I was glad of some junk food. Whilst eating I watched Neighbours and then I finished all my homework in time to watch all the soaps.
At nine all the soaps finish so I stayed up to talk to my grandparents about my day and I then went to bed about ten o’clock. Another Saturday I always look forward to this day. It is a day where I can lie in bed until eleven o’clock and do nothing important that does not need my brain to work out things or understand anything all day long. I woke up, but today I had to be up as early as nine o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. This is when my mother walked in with a cup of tea and told me it was time to get up. The only good thing about today was I didn’t have to put on my dreadful school uniform and be in a complete rush. ationalisation .
I walked downstairs at about half past nine. It took me quite a while to get ready as I had to decide what to wear and I had to put my make -up on. I got told off for taking to long by mum. She always seems to find something wrong with what I do and make an argument out of it. We had to up early because for my dad’s birthday mum had bought him a lesson in driving a lorry. The lesson was in Swansea, so it wasn’t a long drive. When we arrived the instructor went with my dad and my brother into the lorry. It was quite a cold morning and I wasn’t too happy.
Aving to stand and watch my dad driving around a courtyard in a lorry. If I said anything about me not being very happy I would have been told off for being selfish and how dad does things he doesn’t want to do for me on my birthday, so I should do the same for him. It was really cold, though I even saw mum starting to shiver, but she wouldn’t say she was cold because that would make me right and she would be wrong. with her. Now I see why lorry drivers like it so much. It is like being on top of the world you are so high up and everybody else is so little you feel really powerful and in control.
The noise it also makes is very overwhelming and you go over a bump the whole lorry goes up, the only one other thing that surprised me was that there weren’t very many implements on the dashboard. We finally arrived home for lunch. That is another thing I enjoy about Saturdays is that you don’t have to eat breakfast. So for lunch I had a lovely buttery bacon sandwich. I do love a good English bacon sandwich, as I love the felling of the melted butter in my mouth and the crisp bacon in the toasted sandwich. The doorbell rang after lunch so as per usual I went and answered it.
I love our doorbell ring it sounds like the Brownie song as you leave, which is a really nice tune and reminds me of Brownies. I answered the door and it was These my best friend. People think that I shouldn’t be a friend with her because we are completely different, she is also quite short and we look completely different in height and weight. We don’t mind this because we do really enjoy each other’s company and we have the same sense of humour. We had decided the previous week to go into Town shopping we were going shopping to buy an outfit for my mother’s disco, which is commencing at nine o’clock on the twentieth of October.
I am nervous about the way I look; because there is going to be family there I have never seen in my whole life. My mum dropped us into town and we started our shopping trip. Our shopping trip lasted for five hours. It seemed like a lifetime. We went into every shop in the whole of Broad mead until I found a purple blouse. The blouse is more of a lilac colour and has a special pleat in the back of it. My trousers are dark denim jeans with silver pretend diamonds on the bottom of them. The necklace I bought was real silver and is a heart. I don’t like shopping for clothes very much, because I am very fussy with the type of clothes I wear.
This is why it always takes so long shopping for a simple outfit and then when I find something I like it is always really expensive. I am a really weird girl because I also hate going into Town, but the only way I ever get to find anything I like is to go into Town, because it always has lots of shops. Town that day was really busy and as we were sat having a drink in the Galleries watching the world go by I could see the people moving like little ants all along the pavements of Llanelli. So this increased my hatred for Town. When we arrived home we had a quick tea, which consisted of pizza and chips, because This is a vegetarian.
We had to get the busy and dirty bus home, so we were tired and hungry. We eat our tea quite quickly because we wanted to be ready and sat in the lounge to watch friends at seven o’clock, because there was a special omnibus on and I love Friends, because it is really, really funny and has very hansom boys in it. Then there was s Casualty on and I like a bit of good Drama now and again, so I enjoy Casualty, Because it is so dramatic and although you know it is not real it can be believable, especially the operations and the cuts and bruises.
Talking about cuts and bruises my brother managed to fall down the stairs in the middle of Casualty, so I missed Casualty and I had to watch my brother getting lots of sympathy for something that only caused him a few bruises on his right leg. I have never been able to understand why men or boys never seem to have a cold they always have the flu, it is the same with bruises my brother didn’t have an average sized bruise on his right knee, he has a huge bruise covering his whole leg. This is what I mean by he always exaggerates everything. After this drama we both had a shower and started pampering ourselves.
First of all we put on my favourite C. D, which is the new Robbie Williams album, and then we put a mud mask on our face. I hate those things, as they really do hurt me. I can feel all the blood going around my face and then my skin gets hotter. The best bits of mud masks are when you get to take them off and all your skin becomes cool again and although I tend to look a bit red my complexion looks a lot clearer the morning after. As the mud masks were on we put cucumber on our eyes, which does make my eyes look brighter and feel a lot cooler.
After we had finished with the mud masks and cucumber we painted our nails blue and sat and watched Notting Hill, which my favourite film, because I love comedies. The film ended about mid-night and then we sat up all night chatting and gossiping about friends and boys all night long. Although I was tired I love sitting up and talking all night long except I think mum can hear every word, but she never says anything, so she either enjoys listening or she doesn’t bother to start an argument over it all with me. The Conclusion
My conclusion is that my school day is always a lot more eventful and busier than my weekend or the day I am not at school. In a school day I do not get much freedom to do what I want. My evenings consist mainly of schoolwork that is given for me to do for homework. My school day has a very strict routine, because in the mornings I get up at the same time and then generally I have the same arguments, watch the same television programmes and I eat the same breakfast. The school day is already decided for me by my timetable, which tells me where I am meant to be, at what time and for how long.
This is very restricting, but I think if I wasn’t given a timetable I would be late and I would never remember where I was meant to be and at what time. If we had to choose where we had to be and if we even were able to choose which lessons we were allowed to go to I don’t know what I would do. If I really got to choose I think I would probably go to most of the lessons, because for a start I don’t want to be at school all my life and I do want good grades, because I want a good job. Lunch times are also restricted and even though they are free time for us we are not allowed to go out of the school grounds.
I understand why they do say we can’t go to Llandeilo, because of Insurance and we are the schools responsibility. I think a letter should be sent in our report envelopes to let our parents sign to say that they take responsibility for us and that they give us permission to go up Llandeilo. I am allowed to go into Town on my own, so I don’t see why I can’t go into Llandeilo in groups or with a partner. I don’t think we should be allowed any further as we could get lost or be late. In a school evening my evening consists of homework and a special programme or the soaps that are on.
I do tend to fit my homework around the soaps, but then my meals are fitted into when the soaps are on, so that means my evening on a school day is routined around the television. The other problem with home work is that if the teacher says only do twenty minutes you have to make sure you do as much as everyone else, because otherwise you get told of for not doing the full set time. The problem with this is that you then end up spending more time than the allocated amount. This means freedom is limited in the evenings due to homework and revision, which always takes longer than the allocated amount of time you are meant to spend.
The weekends are a bit different, because I get the freedom to go out to places like Town and I get to choose the times I get up and mostly I get to choose where I can to be and at what time. I enjoy the weekends, because I do like to have some Independence, but I am glad that mum does put some restrictions on places I have to go and when I have to be back, because I am not fully responsible and streetwise yet. I do think my freedom should be limited a bit, but in school I think we should get more freedom at the lunchtimes and in the evenings I think less homework should be given.