September 30th 2005

12:49 pm

God, how I hate double P.E! The teacher, Miss Johnson, is ALWAYS having a go at me, whether I'm last back during cross country (someone has to be!) or not doing anything when we play rounders (SHE'S the one who makes me a deep fielder, no one ever hits the ball that far out!).

I can't be expected to perform well in P.E if I don't have a decent lunch, and somehow I always seem to be at the back of the queue, despite the fact that year sevens are supposed to be able to go to lunch 10 minutes earlier!  

On Mondays and Wednesdays we have maths with Mr Duffy, he always keeps us until the bell and his room's as far away from the canteen as possible!  

On Tuesdays we have cookery with Mrs Hastings, it's OK on the weeks we have a practical lesson (I just eat what I cook), but she keeps everyone back if ONE person acts up in her lesson, unfortunately we have David Phelps and Jordan Young who act up ALL THE TIME!  Plus, she also teaches us textiles before lunch on Fridays (meaning I don't get to eat before I'm forced to run around a pitch for nearly 2 hours!)

On Thursdays we have IT with Mr Murdoch...one of the ONLY cool teachers in the school, meaning Thursdays are the only days I have a good lunch! 

Unfortunately today is Friday and the apple I'm eating is hardly a nutritious substitute for sausage and chips, which had of course run out by the time I made it to the front of the queue. All that was left was ONE corn on the cob, that I am of course, allergic to.

3:22 pm

Have I said how much I hate double P.E yet, cos I really do hate it!  We had a cover teacher today, just as bad as Miss Johnson, but this one was unaware of how much I stink and made me be bowler in rounders, despite my protests!  No matter how many times I messed up she told me to "keep trying".

I walked home with Georgia, first time I saw her all day...she gave me my birthday present, a Crazy Frog CD....yes I like Crazy Frog, so what?

Oh yeah, today was my 12th birthday, I thought nothing would top the year we went to Oakwood Park and it started raining or the year my brother threw a tantrum because I had presents and he didn't.  I'd had a remote control car that year and Dai claimed it as his own and my parents wouldn't make him give it back...he still has it.

No one was in when I got home, Mam was working late, my Gran would have picked Dai up from school and Siân was presumably at Emma's house.  I just made myself some beans on toast and put my new CD on, at least Simba's here to keep me company.