7:54 am
Where do I start???
Today’s the first day of Comprehensive School and I am crapping myself. I’m wearing my new school uniform: black
trousers, black shoes, black socks, black blazer, black and grey striped tie
and a white shirt. Literally no colour
whatsoever! My Primary School had a red
and blue uniform, we didn’t have to wear a tie and we were allowed to wear
trainers, the one I went to before that didn’t even have a uniform. My blazer is too big, mam wants me to grow
into it because they’re expensive. My
mam said she could have bought me three jumpers at my old school for the price
of this blazer.
8:16 am
Dai, my little brother is watching ‘Bodger and Badger’. My mam just brushed my hair, with much pain
for me; my hair’s very thick and frizzy, that no amount of hairspray can
control.
8:21 am
That’s the second mobile phone that’s gone through the wash,
and mam has the nerve to blame me. SHE’S
the one who goes into my room, takes trousers that I’ve only worn once and puts
them in the machine without checking the pocket.
8:56 am
We just had an assembly, where they assigned us to our form
classes. Surprise surprise, my friends
Megan and Lucy are in same class together, Georgia and Chloe are in the same
class, and Amy, my other friend went to an all girls’ school while I’m on my
own with a bunch of strangers. Well not
all strangers, Ffïon Williams is in my class, she bullied me in Primary School.
Our form tutor, Miss Hills, gave us our time tables. On Monday I’ve got Spanish, Science, Double
Maths, History and Geography. On Tuesday
I’ve got Geography, English, Drama, Cookery, Art and French. On Wednesday I’ve got Welsh, Science, Double
Maths, History and R.E. On Thursday I’ve
got Welsh, English, Science, I.T, Music and Woodwork. On Friday I’ve got English, P.S.E, I.T,
Textiles and Double P.E.
12:42 pm
Out of the four teachers I’ve had so far today (including my
form tutor), only one of them was nice.
My science teacher, unlike the others, did not begin by giving us a
lecture. Instead, we had quite a fun
lesson, with this big ball thing, and people touched it their hair went static. I chose not to participate, my hair is
dreadful enough on its own.
Our Spanish teacher, Mrs Cass, was short tempered, and told
me off for being late. It wasn’t my
fault I got lost, the school has a stupid one way system, which everyone
abuses, but when I tried to a teacher stopped me and told me off.
Breaktime was lonely.
The others in my form all formed their own little groups and didn’t seem
to want me. I couldn’t find my friends
anywhere. I couldn’t ring them because
my phone is at home, on the kitchen counter, in a bowl of rice.
Our maths teacher, Mr Duffy, was awful, he gave us tests to determine what
set we should be in (I assume I will be in the bottom set), then we had lesson,
but he talked to fast, I got confused and got in trouble for asking for help. By this time I had realised that teachers
seemed to have it in for me, my older sister Siân, in year eight, has a
reputation for getting into trouble. Duffy
the Vampire Slayer (as I have nicknamed him), kept us five minutes after the
lunch bell all because of four boys who were talking in the back.
By the time I got to the canteen, the queue was a mile
long. I stood at the end of the line,
and slowly I moved up; more people got in line behind me. I was nearly at the front, when an older boy
pushed in front of me. After my feeble
attempt to stand up to him a teacher came up to us, the same teacher that told
me off earlier. We both ended up being
sent to the back of the line. By the
time I got to the food it was all gone, the boy had the last couple of chips;
my lunch consisted of an orange, and a Yorkie bar from the vending machine.
3:15 pm
Guess who our last teacher was, Mr Murray, aka mean
lunchtime teacher. The same teacher my
sister claims is out to get her, I believe her.
Mr Murray makes Mr Duffy look like a fluffy baby bunny. It took a long time to get started thanks to
the boys talking in the back again, THEN he gave us and extra-long lecture
about not wasting time. Ironically, the
lecture was a waste of time. Apparently
the bell is for HIM and not for us; judging by the noise in the corridor after
the bell rang, the other teachers missed the memo. We were kept five minutes late while he
assigned us homework, on the first day, to be completed by next lesson; which
just so happened to be first lesson on Tuesday.
I ran into Georgia when leaving and we walked home together,
she lives at the end of my street.
Apparently she had a great day, with great teachers, and she and Chloe
made friends with these girls in their form.
Oh, and by the way, did I try the Spag Bol at lunch? Apparently it was delicious.
