A Life In The Day Of Essay

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 of crisps or two-but usually, I eat nothing. Most lunchtimes are the

same for me, all I do is go up town with friends, stay in school with friends

or go onto the field and annoy smaller, less fortunate children than me, with

friends! Tedious or what.... ........... More

schooling comes after that one hour of pure fun and then it.s off home for an

evening of less fun than I have had at school. Cycling home seems like an

eternity; round and round my pedal goes, with every turn the struggling flows.

Finally I arrive and my day has only just begun. I go into my kitchen to see if I

have any letters…nope, I don.t. I go upstairs to my pit and to check if my

mum has left me a gift of some kind or even some money.nope. So I decide to sit

down at my desk, turn my computer on and go on the Internet to spend all of my

hard earned cash on DVD.s. I spend hour.s looking for things I like and things

I may want to buy but w

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