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Today has been the most painful day I have experienced in some time. Firstly I was woken very abruptly by my mother bursting into my room shouting that I have an exam and this is the last time shes going to wake me up, to my knowledge it was the first time she'd tried. Okay, so she gave me a lift down to the bus stop and I sat at there trying my hardest to try and get the pending exam out of my mind by reading 'Paper Towns' but the elderly woman sat next to me insisted on asking what I was reading, what school i'm going to and why the sky was blue. She didn't ask that but in all of her question's i'm sure it could have easily cropped up. Finnaly my bus arrived but to my dismay it was the 3A, the bus that takes the long way around to get to my college. So I sat there for 50 minutes trying to read my book, but the lower species known as 'chavs' got on and insisted on playing music through their mobiles on the loudest setting the tinny little speakers could muster.

Okay, so we finnaly pulled up outside school where I rushed in to try and find out where I was seated for my exam, but a group of lower years had decided to stand right in front of the lists, full well knowing people were rushing trying to get in to find their seats.

I found I was in gym one, I turned round and saw the first good thing today, a friendly face! I saw Simon and stood with him for a a bit while we discused the exam. Then the invidulator opened the doors and everyone began to flood in. I found my seat and the following 2 hours 15 minutes were the most painful experience in my life. General studies, spec A. Why Jenny Plamer should have told her school that she was dyslexic which ended up having her embarsed in front of her class. A thrilling story. I wrote 5 pages and then gave up and sat there for 25 minutes. The next test began, I wrote my name, began question one, wrote about 6 lines and stopped. I don't need the grades these exams offer so it's no difference to me if I get an A* or a U. I have the grades I need for confetti and I won't be in education again after that so theres no point. So I sat patientley for 1 hour and 15 minutes.

The next part isn't as bad. We all hung around in sixth form while Simon helped Laura revised and me and Ebbie had lulz.

Then we went to the bus, as soon as Ebbie got off, all hell broke loose. It wasn't too bad as I was submerged in the story of Margo Roth Spiegelman while The Postal Service played in my ears. I took my headphones out and put Paper Towns away after entering Nottingham, to look around and see only 6 or 7 other people on the bus. They were the most disgustingly horrible people I have ever had the misfortune of sharing a bus with. One old man with his wife insisted on burping every 2 minutes, not a subtle burp, the kind of burp drunk teenagers do to try and get a laugh out of their drunk friends. I mean LOUD and ghastly smelling. Then the bus almost crashed into a van, as the van pulled away the old man noticed the driver of the van was a black man and decided it would be a smart idea to shout "ITS A NIGGA! WOG! SPOOK!"

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I have no patience for people like this, what is wrong with them, and why are they, not to sound too elitist, but why are they allowed to breathe the same air as me.

xD


Wow. i'm a horrible person, but so were they.


Thats my day in a nutshell. A really big nutshell.


BYE! x