It’s 7am and once again the annoying repetitive sound of the alarm on my phone rings again. As I still have my eyes closed, I feel around the floor for my phone to stop the alarm. After ten seconds I find the cancel button, the alarm is still ringing in my ears. Eventually I open my eyes to find nothing but darkness. I feel as dead as Kurt Cobain. I stumble to the door and pull down the cold handle. As I open the door, I hear the sound of the T. V downstairs. I sit on the top step of the steep stairs knowing if I were to try and walk I would most probably fall.
When I reach the bottom I see my Dad lying on the sofa looking half-dead watching the T. V. I say ‘good morning,’ he replies with a simple grunt. I walk out the kitchen, look out of the window, the sun shines so brightly, I can’t see a thing. To wake myself up, I stumble into the bathroom as if I am drunk to take a shower. As soon as I get into the shower I started to feel awake. I am enjoying a quiet, relaxing shower when all of a sudden my twelve year old sister pushes the bathroom door open so hard that it hits the sink. The noise of that is so loud that it makes me jump a mile.
I shout at her so loudly the house began to rumble. Around 7:30 I depart from my shower. I run upstairs very quickly as I only have a towel loosely wrapped around my waist. After that I put my school uniform on, my white polo shirt, black trousers and my black sweater. I pick up my big black bag which I had packed last night and once again walk downstairs to the chaos of everyone getting ready for work or school. I can see the steam coming out of my parent’s head from the stress and rush of the morning. I pick up a shining, shark, silver knife from the kitchen and a loaf of bread from the kitchen and make myself a nutella sandwich.
Its 8:15 and I have the long walk of approximately twenty metres to get to my bus stop, also known as a video shop. As I walk my shoe’s make a loud sound like a horse walking. After five minutes of talking about girls and music the ‘Red Submarine’ bus arrives. Yet again we have the same cheery driver with a chin ring, six earrings and a nose stud. All eighteen of us at the bus stop run onto the bus like a herd of galloping rhinos. I jump onto a seat with Sean and Adam near the door of the bus. We drive up the hill towards the nest bus stop at a maximum of three mph.
Once all fellow pupils have been picked up in Maesycoed, the ‘fag bags’ start puffing away upstairs. I complain to the driver about the smell of the fags but he does nothing. After twenty minutes of torture the bus finally arrives at Coedylan Prison, late as ever and yet again, we are the last people into school. I pull the cold silver metal of the front entrance doors of the prison. As I try to rush to get to registration, I am trapped by somebody walking as slow as a slug. At last my path has been unblocked and then I have to walk up the step staircase to get to the year ten registration corridor.
I arrive at my registration room just in time for the register. I sit down and wait for my name to be called on the register. ‘Amy, Sophie, Ian….. ‘ until eventually my name is called. Miss Hambling is a very laid back teacher who will let the class do what we want as long as the register is done. After the register, the class talks until the end of registration. At 9:05 I leave my reg to head for the first joyful lesson of the day, English with the teacher tat has clever ideas on how to wake her up in the morning.
Miss Angell’s cat jumps on her bladder so that she has to wake up to go the toilet and so that she would feed the cat. During the lesson, Christian usually uses his annoying repetitive noisy behaviour to do something to me and the rest of the class laugh. The rest of the lesson I finish writing up my essay. At 9:55 the repetitive, noisy, silver bell rings for second lesson. I am relieved because my arm is starting to ache but also disappointed because I like English. Second lesson, I can’t even walk into the room and I already hear ‘Stand behind your chairs’.
And then ‘Sit down; heading is quadratic equations, underline it with a ruler. ‘ As the lesson progresses, the tiredness creeps up on everyone. Page upon page being written on. Graphs to be drawn on blue squared paper. I feel as if my arm is about to drop off. Waiting and waiting for the magic words ‘pack away’. At 10:55, finally, the magic words have been said as well as a yell of, ‘Stand behind your chairs! ‘ As the chairs get pushed along the dusty floor the most high pitched noise I ever heard is being made and it is making the hairs on the back of my neck stick out. Five minutes later, ‘First row…
Second row’. Finally break time. The joy of chatting about girls and rock music and getting kicked in the shins or slapped by Kerry Adams. This takes place in a small area cramped with munchkins and lanky people. The sound of people rattling their money as if they’re Bill Gates waiting to go to the refreshment machines. I stand near the door and when I saw someone just about to open the door I pushed Brian Mackinnon against it. While Brian is moaning in pain everybody else is laughing. This happened continually until the end of break when the bell rings for third lesson. Biology, the best lesson of the day.
Go in sit down for five minutes chatting and ‘gyping’ Abi Hughes. After that short time, ‘Timmy’ starts reading out of a book and then the class has to write it out. Everyone calls him Timmy because some of the teachers do. After that short, boring waste of time, ‘Timmy’ starts to draw something on the white board which he always calls a blackboard because he is still living in the past. During the next ten minutes we have to copy down the picture and then we can talk. When we started talking Pringles got told off for ‘gyping’ Abi and Bedgood gets told off for trying to bite Pringles’ ear.
This is still happening and its nearly time for the bell when, ‘We’ve got time, so we’ll copy down this equation’. I sigh but copy down the equation, once I finished I pack away just as the bell is ringing. At 11:55 I arrive at my I. C. T lesson with Mrs Plant. Walk in, sit down and turn on my usual computer on while a couple of people are having races and spinning around on the blue swivel chairs. Trying to move through the middle of them is like avoiding being fired at or trying not to fall into shell holes on a battle field.
Finally Mrs Plant has arrived and the war is caught in action and both sides warned for the rest of the lesson. Obviously, I laugh. Mrs Plant calls everyone to the middle of the classroom where there are several tables. I slid along the floor like a car on ice on a Winters morning. Mrs Plant begins to explain the lesson, I have to finish designing my disco tickets and print them out. ‘Gavin’ says Mrs Plant, the fear rose up in me, ‘Could you do me a favour’, as those words are spoken I made a sigh of relief. ‘Please go to the staff corridor and into the staffroom to get laser for the printer.
I walk to the staff corridor without a question until, ‘What are you doing down here? ‘ It was one of the secretaries. I explained what I am attempting to do so she goes to get it and told me not to go down the staff corridor again but to ask at the office next time. I nod my head and then walk off through the long, dusty corridor holding a big box in both hands. I walk into class and am greeted with a ‘thank you. ‘ I walk to my computer and load up ‘Microsoft Word’ and the file ‘Disco tickets. ‘ Within the space of ten minutes, a voice from the other end of the classroom yells, ‘Gavin my friend, come help me please.
It is Charlotte who I then helped, after completing the task, Susan asks the same thing so I help her also. I go back to my computer and begin to work as fast as light. At 12:38 I complete the work and ask Mrs Plant to put the laser in the printer so I am able to print out my work. As the bell goes the tickets are just printing. I put them into my file and leave for the canteen. Through the overcrowded, noisy corridors of Coedylan, I eventually reach the canteen and sit with the usual people on the right hand side of the canteen.
I am surrounded by Adam and Gregg who are trying to steal my chocolate bars from my lunch box with the green lid. As I quickly eat my food, the canteen becomes more and more crowded and the lines become much longer. I finish my lunch and head back to the Bytezone. I throw my bag on the pile of bags already on the floor and walk over to my friend Grant but then I get surrounded by Kerry and her ‘clang’ who are wearing their pyjamas to raise money for charity. At that hideous sight, I began to cry and fall to the ground. I am then asked if I want to go for a walk around the school.
When I get to the back it is horrific, people spitting, smoking, I can’t help but laugh at their stupidity. As we carry on walking we get to the basketball court where people from year eleven play football. While walking around the edge of the court, Grant is nearly hit on the head with a football. As we walk back into the Bytezone the machines just turned off and somebody’s money has got stuck in thee chocolate machine. I go to talk to Kerry’s ‘clang’ half of them are sitting on the tables. It sounds like Pontypridd Park pool in the Summer with everyone talking or screaming.
Grant and I swap phones so we can look at each others messages and all of a sudden a hand appears by the side of me and tries to steal Grants phone so she could have a look. I look at my watch and realise that the bell is about to go so I get my bag and wait for the bell to go at the bottom of the stairs. The bell goes and all of a sudden everyone starts running up the stairs. I walk into my registration classroom followed by other members of my disruptive reg class. As soon as Miss Hambling walks into the room she starts to call the register as there is not much time in afternoon reg.
After about ten names she has to stop because Scott has disrupted her as usual. After another ten names, Miss Hambling is disrupted again but this time by the annoying Johnny. The register is being finished just as the bell goes. Now, the quick run through the corridor so I don’t get caught up in the jam, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I am caught right in the middle of it. Luckily I am not caught up for long and I am first into the classroom. I go to my usual seat on the back row and get my Physics book out of my big, heavy bag and also my pencil case.
As I am doing this the rest of the class stumbles through the door. Pringles and Adam both sit either side of me like always and Pringles asks me for a pen yet again. For Physics I have Mr Thomas, he’s ‘kool,’ he always let’s have a joke in lessons. He tells the class to get their homework out so that we can mark it. This takes up fifteen minutes of the lesson. Now, Mr Thomas is telling everyone to go sit around the back desks so that we can watch a experiment. It is a steam train that is run by the water boiling with one exception, it’s not working properly.
As the lesson is progressing, time is going quite fast. As Mr Thomas is talking, the bells ringing. We all go to get our bags and now we can leave. Now, I have German, probably the best lesson of the day. I walk into the ‘Sunshine room,’ which is what Mrs Hewitt calls it because apparently the sun always shines in that room. Today is going to be the second time that I will meet the German student Christiana. As soon as everyone is settled, Mrs Hewitt tells my half of the class to go to another room with Christiana for her to teach us for the first half of the lesson.
I walk across the corridor and into a empty room where Christiana then put a map on the OHP. On this we have to say how to get to a building from a certain place. This went on for the first half of the lesson until we changed with the other half of the class. I walk back to the ‘Sunshine room’ where Mrs Hewitt is waiting for us. As we are all sat down and quiet she starts to explain about a trip to ‘Ki??ln’ for the Christmas markets. Now, we are moving to translating role-plays from English to German. They are both about directions which is quite fun.
Before I knew it the bell had gone, so everyone packed up and now we are all rushing to our ‘sheds’ so that we don’t have to stand up. The mad rush in the corridors is like a running track at the Olympics. I run onto the red ‘shamrock shed’ and sit downstairs for a change. I have made a good choice because the driver walked upstairs and gave everyone a warning for something. When the driver got back downstairs, he sat in his seat and he shut the big glass doors with green handles and off we go at the maximum speed of three mph and four mph down hill. Adam puts his CD player on and lets me listen to one of the earphones.
We are listening to Kerrang 4, which is the best album ever created. I finally arrive at my bus stop, at the end of my street, at last I am off that excuse for a vehicle. I open the door of my house and before I can even say ‘Hello’ my cousin has his arms around me and he’s telling me about his day in school, but now I am feeling tired, so all I want to do is sleep. I turn on the T. V to the ‘Storm,’ it’s a modern rock radio station. My favourite D. J is on at the moment, he is ‘Deano. ‘ I have sat down for five minutes and the phone is ringing already.
It’s Adam asking me if I want to go to ‘Ponty. ‘ I can’t be bothered but I will because thankfully I have no homework. I walk up the stairs and open my big brown bedroom door and to my surprise my clothes are already out ready for me to wear. I put on my dark blue baggy jeans and my black Nirvana ‘hoodie’ with a picture of Kurt Cobain on the back of it. I walk back downstairs, say goodbye to my cousin and my Nan. I am going to the end of my long street which has a pub, a Chinese and a video shop where Adam is waiting. On the way we talk about how much fun the Sum 41 concert is going to be.
We arrive in Ponty and head for Woolworths. In Woolworths we look at the rock albums and singles. Ten minutes I get a little bored and even more tired now. At 4:45 we leave Woolworths and head for the swings in the park. While walking through I see our friends Becky, Amy, Stacie and Nathalie and we go to the swings with them. We talk about rock music over and over and how much we hate pop music. Its 6:30 so the park is about to close. The silence of nobody around is relaxing but then the peace is disturbed by the sound of our baggy jeans dragging on the floor.
When we reach Ponty, Adam and I depart from the girls and head for our homes in the pitch black apart from a few flickering street light. I keep looking around to make sure nobody is following us. I am now home. ‘Hello fellow family members’ I say with a chirpy voice. I then walk towards the bathroom so I can brush my teeth before I go to bed. I walk into the lounge. ‘I’m off to bed now. ‘ It’s only 9:00 but I’m extremely tired. I think about how cool it would be if I could become a very talented rock star like Kurt Cobain. I would call my band… ‘Yawn! ‘