6:30 am. my first alarm goes off; the reason why I said my first alarm is because, in order to get myself out of bed I require the combined effort of about three alarms. Usually after the third alarm I am up and out of bed, feeling as tired as ever and drained of life. Although sometimes I may just stay in bed where I usually fall asleep again; if I do fall asleep, I usually end up with the phone ringing with the people from the newsagents on the other end of phone telling me that I am late and that because I have three paper rounds I can not afford to be late.
When I leave for my paper rounds I am usually dressed half in my school uniform and half dressed in whatever I can find in one minute. Although it sounds boring and undesirable I actually enjoy my paper rounds; the reason why I enjoy my rounds, it give me time for, peace, quiet, time to think, to get some frequent exorcise, to get out of the house and of course over one hundred pounds a month is probably the main reason why I carry on delivering Papers.
When I get back home it is usually about eight O’ Clock the thought that many of my friends get up at this time angers me because I have to be out of my house before seven O’ Clock when they continue to sleep for an other hour. When I return from my paper round, for the next half an hour or more is spent eating breakfast whilst watching the big breakfast on channel four. 8:30 Am, is when I realise when I have to leave for school, so I run around the house with actions very much the same as a desperate lunatic trying to find my tie or something similar for school, although it is most probably in the most blatant place every like in my blazer, which I forget almost every morning.
I run to school because of two reasons; The first reason, is probably because I am late and The second reason is because that it is only around the block. I get to school, being almost the last into registration. And on some occasions, I have the honour of being talked to by my tutor on punctuality and on how it is not an option.
I think most lessons are acceptable, I like some and well the rest of them are usually unbearable, were the law of physics change so that time slows down just to make my life more intolerable. I quite like lessons where the teacher is away, because the replacement teacher rarely realises that the classroom is in a dire state and is quiet pleased to have a long conversation, that fortunately last about one hour which just happens to be the length of the entire lesson. In the small recess of freedom within the school walls which some people would sometimes refer to as lunch time I would either go home for lunch because it is my year eleven privilege or I would go into Mr Weeks’ music room and practise trombone with him and Josh or perhaps sometime if the weather was okay and I was not tired from doing some homework until the early hours in the morning the next day I might play football or ‘wall ball’ with Paul and the others.
On a weekend round about now I probably would be in Southend with Tom and Sean going to the cinema. I recollect once Tom, Sean, Annabelle and the rest. I ended up spending twenty pounds in three days just going to the cinema over and over again. Although I can not complain because I would have probably done something uninteresting instead.
After school on Wednesdays I would practise trombone. On Thursdays, Mondays and Fridays I simply relax, I could go to band practice on Mondays and Fridays, but I find it to be a large drain on my energy. Finally on Tuesdays I would do the Shell-eco marathon car with the people from the technology block and some of the other students have joined. Once I have returned from school I just lay on the sofa like some deceased South-African mammal otherwise known as a dead elephant watching whatever happened to be on the television which would probably be children’s television for fifteen minutes gathering energy to complete my final paper round.
I complete my paper round. The time is about ten past six so I just sit down with my family and watch what ever is on television, usually the Simpsons or something similar.
I always attempt to get to bed early about nine o’clock so I will be full of energy the next day so that once again; I could do my paper round but with energy, but I never do get to bed on my target time. I get to bed at times more like 11:30 Pm or later. The reason why I usually get to bed at such times is because there would be something good on television or that I have lots of homework or coursework for the next day. Once I have finished that I retire to my bed.
The later the time I go to bed the more I appreciate it. I always follow the same pattern when I am in bed, I would set my sound system to repeat my favourite song and then turn it’s self off after half an hour. Then once I had set that I would lay there and think about whatever finds its way into my head. The most common thought I usually have is what job I might do when I get older and all the things I hope to achieve. I know that what ever scenario I think of, I will never get round to it but at least it’s a nice thing to think about which I like to think about for as long as I can.