So how is school treating you? Well at the moment school's the pits. Today started when, n the morning, I had to print my essay again and so I ran late. Mum had to drop me at the bus stop and wouldn't you know it, there's half the worlds population standing there watching! Ok ok, so I'm exaggerating maybe just a little.
Then I was on the bus with my best friend and the bus suddenly threw on the breaks. We were standing in the isle as there were no seats left. I was sent flying forwards and landed in a little heap on the floor! My friend wouldn't even help me up. Or maybe i should say couldn't, she was too busy laughing. The day was off to a fine start.
Then I arrived at school to find out our excursion was not on today but Friday. Great - I'd left all my books at home thinking i was going to spend the day out of class! This news also meant i would have to sit a French test that I was planning on studying for that night!
Along came recess. "Great, time to try and forget that Im at school and get pleasure from my delicious apple-tea bun". That's what I thought! I went to my locker, got my recess, and ran to meet my friends. I go flying round the corner and ran into someone. Trust the someone to be a teacher. After putting up with the lecture I picked up my recess. As the saying goes, "they always land butter side down"! You should have seen the mess!
Then the bell rang so off i trudged to French. During the test I had an adverse reaction and started laughing. I couldn't get more than five answers. I was so depressed but it sure didn't come out that way! I ended up historical and being sent out of the room.
I finally made it through to the last lesson for the day. I plonked my tired body on the uncomfortable science stools, spread my arms out on the desk and lay my head down, and breathed out a quiet sigh of relief. Nice, peaceful thoughts filtered through my mind, but i was quickly brought back to reality with the sound of my dreaded teacher's quick sharp "Jenny". I immediately tightened inside, my muscles sprang me upright and I responded with a fearful "yes?". But she only wanted me to collect my book. So i picked myself up and marched off to get it. I prepared myself for a C totally unaware of my mark. I collected my book and returned to my seat before opening it. Thank heavens I was sitting down or I might have seriously hurt myself! There on my bright white paper, in red, was a big circled D. My pulse stopped, but when it started it was like the sound of wild horses galloping across the plain. I felt so dejected. For the first time I actually felt a real dislike for science and a loss of respect for the dragon up the font of the class. She's done that too often. Never reads the content. Wouldn't know what it was if it hit her in the face. I wish it would!
