A Life In The Day Of? Essay, Research Paper
A life in the day of? Paul Gambrill Here is a Picture of
me. Sadly, it?s not very good-probably because I HATE having my photo taken. My
name is Paul Gambrill; I live in a house in Felixstowe that is very close to
Safeway (I can buy a pie in under 1 minute); I am 15 but change my age to suit
my mood-I can go from 10 to 20 in one day; I like cool things and hate most
things/people. ??????????? My average morning consists mainly of shouting, swearing and
a whole lot of trying to get out of spending another day at school. Each day I
use the same few words to start my day off?well, they?re more grunts and
gurgles than words but they make perfect sense to me. ??????????? After the
fuss and bother of getting up, washing, dressing and packing my bag for school
I bound down the stairs, ignore all of my family, go out of the door and launch
myself onto my bike ready for the day ahead. I am the sort of person that has
the thought of skipping school each day to stay at home and eat ice-cream but I
never do because there is a huge amount of guilt and fear (of getting found
out) that descends upon me, so I keep on pedalling in a school bound direction. ??????????? Upon my
arrival at school I slam my bike into a rack, lock it up and ignore everyone I
see. The reason for ignoring everyone
I see is because in the morning I am a very terrible person, I am extremely
grumpy and talking to someone will make it worse. ?Then I walk to the school entrance and kick open the door and kick
open all the other doors that impede my rapid and uneasy journey to the form
room where I hope to hear the great news that some of my least favourite
teachers haven?t turned up for school due to some freak accident! ??????????? More
unearthly noises follow as I enter the form room?that room of death, unsanitary
conditions and weird smells. There is a warm feeling in the back of my neck as
teachers I know and hate walk by killing me in their small minds. It doesn?t
bother me because I can think of far more interesting ways of killing them than
they can of me!!!!! ??????????? ?Quiet
please? declares Mr Speirs, but no one seems to care that he wants us to
shut-up. Again he says it, ?Quiet please.? Still, he gets no reaction and
decides to sit there, arms folded, angry look on his face and still, he has no
effect on the class. It usually takes him a couple of minutes realise he won?t
get anything out of us and finally resorts in a little retaliation?either he
shouts at us or he gets one of the senior teachers to have a dig. The threat of
a senior teacher shuts most people up but the war is not yet won by the
teaching community, as it NEVER will be! Ha Ha Ha ??????????? During this
time all I do is talk to my friends about what was on TV last night, or talk
about something stupid someone did yesterday. I am not the sort of person who
gives in to demands pretty easily so my friends and I all keep up the noise for
as long as possible or until we can?t really be bothered to annoy a defenceless
teacher any longer! ??????????? The bell
goes and it?s time for my day to officially get worse?I hate lessons and the
first one is always boring, just like the second, third, fourth, fifth and
sixth. By the end of the first lesson I am about ready to go home or maybe even
die if it comes to it. I am always hungry after the first lesson as well. But
still, I have to keep going on and on with my life, no matter how hungry I am! ??????????? What has
hunger got to do with finishing the first lesson? I hear you ask! Well, I never
have breakfast and learning makes me very hungry. Probably because my brain
works really hard and I use up a lot of excess energy and fat to learn so I
need some food to top me back up! ??????????? When
lunchtime finally comes I can?t be bothered to eat so I don?t-unless I see
something I really like-a pie; sweets; chips soaked in vinegar; even the odd
packet of crisps or two-but usually, I eat nothing. Most lunchtimes are the
same for me, all I do is go up town with friends, stay in school with friends
or go onto the field and annoy smaller, less fortunate children than me, with
friends! Tedious or what???? ??????????? More
schooling comes after that one hour of pure fun and then it?s off home for an
evening of less fun than I have had at school. Cycling home seems like an
eternity; round and round my pedal goes, with every turn the struggling flows.
Finally I arrive and my day has only just begun. I go into my kitchen to see if I
have any letters…nope, I don?t. I go upstairs to my pit and to check if my
mum has left me a gift of some kind or even some money?nope. So I decide to sit
down at my desk, turn my computer on and go on the Internet to spend all of my
hard earned cash on DVD?s. I spend hour?s looking for things I like and things
I may want to buy but when I come to purchase these things it turns out that I
have no money and I have to give up. I always check out my website
when I am on the Internet. I created my website to convey everything about me
in a way that others can see. It tells of my likes and dislikes, things that
interest me and it is also a very good way of interacting with people I know
and don?t know. I spend hours each day working on it, trying to make it
better?I see it as a piece of the future seeing as everyone will be using the
internet to communicate soon and I may as well get a head start because ?God? I
need one! ??????????? My
favourite section/feature on my website is the section about film news. I have
spent the longest time on that section as watching films is my favourite thing.
I watch classics; new films; absolutely terrible films; films that everyone has
watched but I haven?t (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory has to be one of my faves)
horror films; films on DVD; films at the Cinema; films that look good;
controversial films; and I think you get the idea now that I watch everything
film-like. ??????????? After all
of the fuss and bother of editing and maintaining my site I turn off my
computer, swivel around on my chair and watch TV but quickly I turn it off and
have a little sleep to rest my tired eyes. ??????????? When I wake
up from the sleep brought on by the boredom I turn the TV on again and watch
whatever?s on, even if it is absolute excrement (I?m not allowed to use the
word crap-it?s not the best way of using English skills). I flick through all
the channels saying ?nope, nope, nope, nope? until I decide that all TV is
rubbish and then I turn it off. ?Time for a bath? I say as I hobble along the landing
towards the bathroom. ??????????? I?ve given
this a lot of thought and I really hate having a bath. Think about it?you get
naked, climb into a tub of boiling hot water, you soak in your own dirt that
you have collected throughout the day and then get out, all wrinkly and still
just as dirty as when you got in. But showers, on the other hand, are
economical and more hygienic. You climb into the shower, you can regulate the
temperature to suit your needs at different times, you can CLEAN more places
and you only use water that you need therefore helping the environment, which I
actually hate doing because the environment hasn?t done anything for me! ??????????? A couple of
hours later I emerge form the bathroom and I immediately go back to my land of
wonder and fall asleep again. Although sometimes I swap sleep for doing work
for school, but that is very, very, very rare! But before I fall into the
sanctuary of sleep I spend a few hours reviewing my day, thinking about what I
should have done and not what I did do and then I start to think about the
future. When thinking about the future I
take into account things that I have to do to attain goals I set myself and
firstly, a goal to aim for. As each day is pretty similar to me, the hours I
spend contemplating my existence seem to give off the same conclusion?(no, it?s
not ?stuff that, let?s go to sleep?) work harder at school and then you?ll
achieve more. But after I say to myself each night that I am going to work
harder the next day at school and do all of my work and not to mess around, I
never actually stick to my guns. My morals state that I do things
that I want to do and not what others say, which seems to be a good moral but
it doesn?t get me anywhere except for in a lot of trouble and often a
detention. So when I say to myself that I have to do work, etc, my morals
strictly prohibit me from working hard at school because it?s what other people
want and not what I want. All I want to do is have fun. Education?HA, what a
joke. If I need educating I?ll get it when I want it and not when ?the
government? wants me to!!!! ?? ???????? As I drift off sleep I start thinking
of all of the things I have done in my life that I could have done differently
and which would have given me great personal gain, for example: when I went to
America?I could have gone on a killing spree or chatted up some lovely women
and had a wonderful time but instead I went on the 5 biggest roller coasters in
America 15 times in a row and was sick.????? ??????????? Another
example: at school, when a teacher says something to me I can never find the
right kind of witty comeback but at night I can always think of a good one
although they are too coarse to put into this essay.? ??????????? ?? ??????????? ?