September 5th 2005

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.