A Day In My Life - Personal Narrative

A Day In My Life - Personal Narrative Today is just another school day. The days seem to merge but the

routine remains. Somebody once said routine is the last refuge of the

unimaginative. I don't know, but as I turn to try to rediscover the

warmth of my bed, I instead wait, lie dreading the sound of my alarm.

I peek over my pillow and see 7.07 AM. I can hear my Dad entering the

shower, two minutes and I must rise. I have used my snooze button

lifeline, living on borrowed time since seven.

"This is John Foster and here are the Ma…"

I switch off my alarm and lie for a second.

I shower after my Dad, then move into the bathroom and take the

electric toothbrush head from its small dish. I don't know why but the

inside is full of a dull, yellow scummy substance. I have neither the

time nor the inclination to clean it though. I take the main part of

the electric toothbrush from it's charging stand, attach the head,

which is now covered with a dollop of toothpaste and press the start

button on the handle.

The two minutes pre set time rolls slowly by and I ponder today's

lessons, last night's football and why I'm always awake before my

alarm goes off.

As I walk back to my room to get dressed I shout to my Mam asking her

whether she's ironed my trousers yet. Then in a way very typical of my

life she tells me she just told me she had. Strangely this happens to

me a lot. Whether I'm slightly deaf or my brain just...

... middle of paper ...

... was ended I make sure my alarm is set, switch

off my TV and decide upon a bit of light reading. And I mean light.

I haven't read a real book for about a month.

At 11.20PM I switch off my light and try to get to sleep although

sleep doesn't come for me as quickly as it does for some. Instead I

lay awake thinking, my mind racing. When the initial mind racing bit

wears off, not being able to sleep can cause boredom especially on

long distance coach rides where I am unable to sleep and instead

inhabit a kind of nether world with all the other passengers asleep.

It was the same at scout camps. I can tell you that laying in a tent

in the pitch dark with everyone else asleep for seven hours is a weird

experience, especially when you start to hallucinate through sleep

deprivation. I do get to sleep eventually though.