A Day in the Life of Me- Original Writing
“Adam, Adam get up u lazy lump,” says my mum.
Letting out a groan with my head in my pillow replying, “Oh 5 minutes
please I’m too tired and anyway it’s only like seven isn’t it.”
“No it’s not actually its half past seven,” she mutters annoyed.
“What? Why didn’t you come in earlier? Oh if I’m late it’s your fault”
“No, you’re the one who wouldn’t go to bed last night, Oh no mum it’s
only half past ten 5 minutes, every night it’s the same and I’ve had
enough,” my mum exclaims.
“Alright I can’t be bothered with an argument just leave it its too
early in the morning for that.”
My mum storming out the room, I get up so slowly every morning it’s
the same a yawn wipe my eyes get up and stretch. I put my clothes on
to go and see my horse to feed him.
I get to the stable, stumbling along I make his food. The same boring
routine every morning, then I see my horse and everything changes I’m
awake and he always shouts for me when I shout him. Giving him his
dinner I stroke him and check that everything is alright. I go back 2
the house where my mum is eating, thinking, “Oh I hope she doesn’t
start an argument and she questions me, “How was the horse?” and
there’s me assuming the worst. Replying back to my mum, oh yes he’s
fine.
My breakfast is eaten everyday I always have at least 2 cups of tea.
Straight away I’m running to the shower because I know I’m going to be
late. I get in the shower I always take about 5 minutes sometimes
longer, get out go to my room the first thing I do is turn my music on
dancing while I’m getting changed I always loose track of time. I put
my aftershave on for the ladies of course you have to smell nice. I go
and clean my teeth and realize its quarter past eight.
I come home from college and see my mom cooking dinner over the stove as I walk up the stairs. My tiredness sets in as I rush to my room to put down my heavy bag. My mom yells to me as I start to change my clothes.
My legs are way too tired to keep me up, so I don’t mind that I’m probably sitting on a cigarette butt in my nice jeans. My stomach is doing leaps from excitement: I’m here after seeing a Julian + the Voidz show with one of my best friends, Shriya, waiting around and cracking jokes after midnight. While we know Julian Casablancas might come through the back stage door at any moment, we are sure the night won’t have been wasted if he doesn’t show. It’s all part of the fun: We commune with the other girls circled near the bolted door, cracking jokes about the band members and sharing bags of
"Now, now that is no story for bedtimes. You will be awake all night with bad dreams."
Start cleaning up. Wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, mop the bathroom floor, pickup toys from all around the house, and put a load of dirty clothes in the washing machine. Finish your homework, studying, and get yourself prepared for bed. Get a shower, brush your teeth, and collapse across the bed. Then jump back up, put the clothes in the dryer, set the coffee pot, and alarm clock. Get back into the bed and be asleep before your head lands on the pillow.
Do (you) prefer to stay in bed for awhile or get up immediately upon waking?
I am presently studying for a Family History Diploma, the deeper I delve into your life story my admiration and respect for has become awe-inspiring, we are grateful for your decision to emigrate.
“Sorry, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” Though it wasn’t the real reason I was distracted, I wasn’t exactly lying either. “I know it’s just you and your mother, and you want to help
After stumbling down the stairs and into the shower, I regain consciousness and hurry to get ready. It's all planned out. Five minutes to shower (o.k. ten), five minutes to brush teeth, comb hair, etc., ten minutes to put on my face.
Without the black and the white pixels intermingling on the television screen you would have no picture. You would just have an entirely black or an entirely white screen. That wouldn’t be interesting at all. They need to be together to form the picture, to have meaning. Separated they mean nothing. I wish that people could look at the world like this. Separating the white and the black people doesn’t make sense. At least my Momma thinks that the segregation will end soon and hopefully she’s right.
The whole day goes by in a blur. The next morning my mom shakes me awake. I wake up grudgingly and get ready.
The Life of Billy- Original Writing I intend to describe Billy’s school and explain to what extent the school has helped him achieve his full potential whilst attending the school. The author’s intentions when writing ‘A Kestrel for a Knave’ were to highlight how defective the school was at helping Billy to be a successful person in life. Billy’s school was an all boy’s school situated in Barnsley. The school was run by corporal punishment, and the head teacher believed that is how it should be.
and a carton of ‘Yum Yum Orange Juice’ in the other. She was wearing a
list and more, good old dad. I think I've got about 10 coming plus all
I remember this day as if it were yesterday. May 12, 2010 I woke up for school at six thirty in the morning, just like any other school day. But just like any other middle school student I was tired and did not want to go back to a place that they like to call school but I looked at it more of a prison. Every morning I had a routine which was to wake up, get ready for school and try my hardest to not miss the bus, for some reason the bus driver never liked to wait for me. The day started off great, I did not miss the bus, right before lunch I passed my math test with a B- . The last class of the day was Mrs. Orozco, who was my science teacher, she was not my favorite but I was having a good day so I had a positive mindset when entering her classroom.
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.