Every Monday morning I wake up to multiple alarms blasting out American Idiot by Green Day. This goes on from 6:45am to 7:30am. I'm always still tired even though I've slept for what feels like forever. Once I'm up, I think about the weird dream I've just had. Yesterday's was about how I got lost in a big city with a river running through the middle of it when my friends were annoyed at me. Most of the dreams I wake up to are amusing as I wonder how my mind has come up with these things. I remember once having a dream about how Robin Hood saved me from falling into a river of lava. So that's why I always try and remember my dreams, everyone else finds them just as amusing as me.
Once I'm downstairs I eat my breakfast as fast as I can so I can leave the company of people again. I get very grumpy in the morning. I am not a morning person. I try to make myself presentable before I rush out the door to catch my bus which always seems to leave and arrive at the stop too quickly. I hate that because I know if I don't leave the house at exactly 8:15am I will miss it, and will then have to have an angry conversation with my mum about how she needs to give me a lift to school.
Then I'm in school and I feel like sleeping. I make boring small talk with most of my friends about how their weekends were even though I don't really care that they just sat around and watched Netflix all day. I don't care because I already know this from the boring snapchat conversations we've had over the course of the weekend. I'll work hard in my classes and even though I sit and chat with my mates, I still manage to get through my work quickly.
Then, at last, it's lunch. It's the time of the day where you get elbowed and punched and shoved around in the queue as people don't seem to understand what a queue actually means. It's the time of day where you can spend almost half your lunchtime waiting to get food because so many people just push in front of you and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I hate going in the queue's at lunch time because there's no guarantee that even when you do get to the front, that you will get the delicious Monday special of macaroni cheese. No, after waiting almost half a hour to get your lunch you have to get a boring hot dog because there's nothing else left to eat because everyone who's budged in front of you have managed to get the food that you, yourself were in the queue waiting for, for so long. And even then after the disappointment of not getting the food you were hoping for there's a high chance there won't be any good tray bakes or bottles of water left because the schools shipment of food hasn't fully arrived yet. This all adds up so you can't get the meal deal and so you then have to pay more for the food that you never wanted in the first place. That's why I hate lunchtimes. After that I get to sit with my friends listening in on their conversation because our group is huge and sits at one big table and so its hard to actually talk to anyone you like. Monday lunchtimes are just disappointing.
Then as it gets to the end of the day, I get happier, because I know what's coming. I have my stuff ready to leave as soon as then bell goes. And then, when it does I walk straight to the bus stop. But the bus I get on Monday is not the bus that takes me home. The bus I get on Monday takes me to Melrose, where I get to see my friends and help run the junior session of Borders Youth Theatre. As soon as I walk in (after I've quickly changed out of my school clothes in the bathroom) Hannah comes up and hugs me and I know my day is going to get better now. Hannah and me lead part of the drama session together. I like doing that. When the kids are working on a task Hannah, Amanda and me all sit and chat about things. These conversations always make me laugh. After juniors is finished, Hannah and me go out to the shops and get milk for Amanda's tea and a drink or something for me. It depends on what I'm feeling like. We come back and it's time for seniors. We don't lead this session though, we take part in it. I love going in a group with Amy and Hannah, we always seem to come up with hilarious ideas that make us all cry with laughter. Once we included a choreographed dance into our drama sketch, another time we did a puppet show using props we'd brought in, and another time we did a sketch about a robber getting chased by the police but then run over, it was silent for the second half, but just ended with Amy saying in a funny voice "dead". We find all of these hilarious and no matter how my day has gone so far, these always make me feel better. When at last it's time for BYT to end, I hug everyone goodbye and let my dad take me home to my mums. I don't like this part of the day because I know my good mood is gonna be taken away from me once I get back home.
When my dad drops me off I get in and the house smells from whatever my mum has cooked for tea. It normally smells bad because she's cooked some weird foreign dish with meats she knows I won't eat. I hate dinnertime. It's always filled with my mum and mark (her boyfriend) making small talk about their days. When it's over I go up to my room and I finish any homework I have to do for the next day whilst watching something on Netflix and snapchatting Hannah. I find that by having something on in the background I can do my work better. Lately I've been watching heroes, I'm on the second season now. When it gets to 10 I shower and everyone else in the house goes to bed. But I'm wide awake, and I know I won't be able to sleep for a while. So I stay up and I watch some more Netflix and chat with people and maybe even make a phone call depending on how much minutes I have on my phone. This month I used most of my 500 minutes within the first few days. I have 14 left to last me 5 days. When I finally get tired, I plug in my phone and my iPod and lie down to sleep. I remember to put on my alarms for the next morning. Then when I wake up, the day starts again.
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