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A Day In The Life Of Personal Narrative

1099 words - 4 pages

A Day in the Life of- Personal Narrative
Being shaken awake by my mum I turn over annoyed, thrown my pillow
over my head and groan in miserable agony at the thought of having
another early morning. That dreaded feeling, the kind that makes you
feel like your heart’s in the pit of your stomach, overcomes me as I
know that at any moment my mum is going to put on the light, open the
curtains and threaten me with a jug of cold water or being dragged by
my feet out of bed, and promptly down the very bumpy staircase. I
begrudgingly pull myself off the bed and half walk, half fall into my
bathroom. Even with all my misery it gets ten times worse with the
dread of school. I still do not understand the concept of going to
school early, everyone is completely out of it anyway. If I had my
way, at this time I’d be lying on my bed fast asleep. Brushing my
teeth I choke on the minty toothpaste, making my throat sting, as I
realise I haven’t done my maths homework…again! Sitting nervously,
wracking my brain for yet another excuse as to why my homework’s
missing, whilst eating a hot bowl of porridge, the most ingenious
thing I could think of was “my dog ate it”- and that never seems to

Arriving and dragging my feet through the gate into the old, daunting
school is probably the most unbelievably depressing part of the day.
That is, until the clanging bell vibrates in my ear and I have to run
to the classroom with a ton of books weighing down my back. To my
disbelief I trip and make an utter fool out of my self, luckily my
friends are laughing with me and not at me –I hope. Even though school
is so boring, don’t get me wrong, I do realise it is necessary and I
do want to go to university, its just those hideous first two lessons,
especially when we have double Maths - that’s just plane torture. All
that effort you have to put into your work which will not actually
help in real life appears pointless to me though. I tend to struggle
in lessons making it incredibly hard for me to concentrate and so I’ve
adopted the title of class idiot! That is in a good sense.

There are a few good points about school do not get me wrong, break
times are the best part of the day, especially with the wonderful
fresh air! Just joking, it’s the only time I really get to catch up
with my friends (and an opportunity to finish that Maths homework I
forgot to do!), basically having some fun without the teachers looking
over my shoulder and telling me to...

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