A Day in the Life of- Personal Narrative

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

work.

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 rea...

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...ework now !” this automatically gets me

crazy and I have sometimes a huge argument with my mum knowing that 99

percent of the time I’m going to loose and end up doing my homework.

Homework is defiantly the most craziest thing anyone has ever come up

with. There is no point doing work at home its not like your learning

anything. School is enough if you ask me. No wonder were so tired

every morning were up half the night doing it-unless your like me who

forgets to. I seem to dislike going to bed yet I always want to sleep

in the morning. I always use that same old phrase “ just five minuets

more” that’s in the morning and evening. After about half an hour I

go up to bed and I fall fast asleep only knowing that the next morning

I have to go through this all over again-how depressing-don’t get me

wrong I’m not that bad.