So, a number of people (usually my parents) frequently ask me what I did today, and my usual response is one of not knowing, either because my day was uneventful, I couldn’t be arsed to tell them about it, or I was so forgetful as to not actually remember what happened. Either way, I had the ‘brilliant’ idea this morning of taking photos of my day, so that I might have some idea of what happened, or at least a new way to keep my readers vaguely enthused.
Me and mum arrived at the high school at about 8am, and by then my Nurofen had kicked in so I wasn’t feeling too shabby. I pranced across the road to my school, got my homework out of my locker, had a nibble from my stash, and it was at that point I had that bright idea of taking photos, so the first one shows the door of my locker, and a part of the sixth form area of my school. My locker is probably the best in the school, seeing as it has ‘STFU’ instead of a number. The only locker better than that belongs to a Mr. Mark Maidment, whose locker number is ‘1337′, highly coveted among the nerd community in my school. He wouldn’t swap locker numbers. *glares*
Also known as The Heavy Book of Dread, this 2 tonne pure mathematics textbook was the beholder of my homework this morning, so I hauled it into my form room and started work on my integration work, which isn’t really that taxing, just takes a long time. By the time I’d done the first 4 questions, most of my class had arrived, and I was pretty fucked with respect to homework, but of course my maths teacher is a legend and doesn’t care.
Chris arrived in his usual unpleasant morning mood, complaining about how I suck at coding, and that me using WordPress was ultimately a sign of being gay. I’m sure if he’d witnessed me at 8pm he would have quickly retracted such a statement. Despite being quite good at maths, I did indeed suck this morning, probably due to it being morning - unfortunately I had to use my calculator to work out what (-2 + 1) was. It’s not my fault that I didn’t sleep properly and was in various kinds of teeth-pain.
As ever, German was a right giggle. This is mainly thanks to the magic of fat Joe, who somehow manages to make every little thing funny. Ali was also on form, as shown in the photo to the right, who has founded a tradition of slapping Dodge with his pink vocab book as many times as possible every lesson. And, I’m always in favour of Dodge being slapped, especially when it’s as hard and as funny as it is when Ali does it.
So, at break time I went to my locker as ever for some custard creams and a Coke, and saw Joey with a mouthful of pizza, and so took the opportunity to document this with my phone. Joey of course is a lover extraordinaire, and I have been known to call out his name during sex with other people. After that, I hung out like a cool kid with Sam and Samwell by our lockers (’STFU’, ‘N00B’ and ‘1289′ respectively).
After the early break, it was time for the magic of assessment tutorial, in which we get given our interim reports, get commented on by our form tutor, then sit around doing fuck all for the remainder of the double period - or at least laughing at the awful photo I took of Chris. I got my report, which wasn’t too bad, although I was disappointed with a C/4 in further maths (I’d dropped from a B/5, thanks to my shite test score). Still, the number which represents effort out of 6 isn’t really that true - I do work hard in maths, just it never seems to be evident to the teachers. I’m dreading the coming parents’ evening, as apparently there’s a stack of work I haven’t given in for maths which I should have done, but my teacher didn’t even prompt me about.
Following that came a single period of maths, in which fuck all happened, except integrating some equations. Straight after, me and Samwell lockered up and headed over to the gate to see who was around. In the end, me and Dodge wandered up town, grabbed some chips ‘n’ cheese from Kingsley Square, and came back to school, munching on the way. This time I managed to actually eat something, the Nurofen was working for once. We returned to the gate and hung around with the others for a while. In fact, I quite fancy some chips ‘n’ cheese now…
After skiving games in the computer block, reading Konsole+ for a while, and then heading out at 3:15, I made my way up town, feeling completely knackered. It’s probably for the best that I didn’t do games, else I would have been 20 minutes later than I wanted to be in town, and I would have ended up pretty much dying of exhaustion later. But anyway, I met up with Caley and we hung around town for an hour or two, before heading back to hers.
So, when Caley’s mum called up and said she wouldn’t be home until about 6:30, we started running to hers (well, walking fast anyway), and trying to make the most of the time we had. Unfortunately, there wasn’t quite enough time. Her mum came home, mid-sex, but thankfully didn’t come straight upstairs so we had enough time to scramble enough clothes on to pass as not-sex-having. That was pretty annoying. But anyway, her mum brought us up some dinner, as shown in the picture (although most of it was near-impossible to bite for me), and then she went out. Unfortunately I didn’t get any pictures of the next bit (the light was off, not for want of trying), so I shall leave it to your imaginations.
At about 8:05 I realised I had better be going, my bus was going to be at the bus station (about 1½ miles away) at 8:30, so I jogged most of it, then saw the bus go past at 8:27, a quarter mile from the bus station. I tried my hardest to sprint for it (difficult if you have a geeky physique such as mine, and are carrying a geeky textbook, such as mine), and I just managed to get on before the doors closed. Thank fuck Will was on the bus to give me water, otherwise I would have actually heaved all over the bus, and its passengers. The walk home after that was extremely difficult, as my legs didn’t want to work uphill. I got in at 9:15, and started writing this.
So I hope I have provided you all with an insight into my day, as requested. Any questions class?