A Day in the Life of Me Essay

Welcome to the life of me, Jo Compton. There is nothing special about me I’m just a normal, mundane person but I thought I would introduce you into the real world. I am a man with no qualifications trying to be someone that I am not. I try not to blame my failure in this complicated world on anyone but if I had to I would blame my old college that used to be a mental institute in its early days, then I didn’t take any notice but looking back it seems a bit dubious that an institute for the mentally ill being converted into a school. My college was absolutely atrocious the teachers had no control over the pupils you could swear at the teachers and they wouldn’t hand out any punishments as if to say that it is right to disrespect those who are trying to help you for the future but the only good thing about the college was that they had excellent sports program with some of the best sports facilities in London this is mainly due to government resources because we were an under achieving school. Well, as I’ve already told you my name is Jo Compton and I live in Whitechapel, those who aren’t familiar to this place it is near the heart of the great city London (great disappointment). Whitechapel is a working class area where everything looks the same, each block of flats appears the spitting image of the other, for example if I told you to concentrate on a block of flats and then spun you around you wouldn’t have a clue which flats you were looking at. I do indeed live in one of those individual looking flats, my flat has the bare necessities with a lounge which could fool you as being a ‘Tate Modern’ exhibition as all four walls are a blisteringly stunning white with a television that’s sits in the corner blasting sounds measuring up to 30 decibels, two double seating sofas that equivalent to the Skoda Fabia in the sofa industry and lastly a table that some how has managed to maintain hold of all its unique four legs even after reviving it from previous owner with a five finger discount. Then there’s the kitchen with units that date back to the 70’s and 80’s made from the cheap MDF wood covered in a marble plastic coated affect that looks like faeces smeared over pieces of wood. The kitchen also consists of other objects believe it or not, firstly there’s the cooker that is calling out for attention as it hardly sees any action because the battered thing has a tendency to cause mini fires so I’d rather eat the ingredients raw than use the cooker as it is probably a lot more safer but to overcome this problem I bought a second hand microwave as I couldn’t afford a new one which made my life a lot easier wondering how to prepare my food but now it is a forgotten task. Lastly in the kitchen are the mismatching utensils to give a more contemporary feel to my already designer house. These houses cost as much as playing ‘Lotto’ which is a big advantage as all the house prices around the country are increasing rapidly except guess where, yep Whitechapel. Why? You may ask, it is due to several reasons why no-one wants to move to this dump. Firstly the car congestion is possibly the worst in the country with the maximum speed at about 6 miles per hour not that the government has enforced this speed ruling upon the motorists it just that it isn’t possible to go any faster because the large number of cars on the road meaning that no motorist can get above second gear as it would be pointless because you’ll probably come upon the dreaded traffic lights or waiting for some twat in a big convey or jeep, too scared to squeeze through a gap slowing us down even more and not forgetting the air pollution that is like living in a smokers’ club where all the factory chimneys act like the cigarettes and the factory owners as the smokers with us being the passive smokers having to cope with their incessant huffing and puffing, the effluence is so bad that it would only be appropriate to be twinned with Chernobyl, it just doesn’t seem fair that with have to suffer while the pollutants live in their 5-bedroom house relaxing in their Jacuzzi sipping champagne laughing at us, even if they worked hard through their school years and got good qualifications what about those who were deprived of a decent education. If I had my way I would lock all the ignorant pollutants in a room and filter their ignorance within so they can have a glimpse of how we live our lives everyday suffering from their constant contamination of ‘Mother Earth’. Another problem that degrades Whitechapel and London is that it seems that the government tried to fit the whole country in this one area making it confined and repellent to look at, this also contributes to the congestion within Whitechapel and London; you could compare this situation to a person who likes to be a perfectionist for example a purist builds and paints a model aeroplane which turns out to be good job but this isn’t enough for them only excellence will do so they keep adding to it until they over do it and the aeroplane turns out to be crap this is the circumstances that has fallen upon Whitechapel and London. I have to give Whitechapel some credit this was the place of my birth in the ‘Great London Hospital’ on September the twenty-third of 1977, those were the days, a person could live their lives with hardly any hassle only the odd couple of bills, they didn’t have to worry about being sued for absurd reasons like dropping a pen, the air was heavenly compared to today’s filth that we inhale, in those days cars seemed to be a gift from God but now we can see that it was a gift in disguise from Satan to bring the world slowly to a stand still taking us back a century. I hope this rather long passage of writing has enlightened you of the real world and of the real people, what they have to endure and cope with each day of their lives. Count yourself lucky when living your life; forget the little bad things that may happen in one day just remember that the real people in this world have to hack through much tougher ordeals each day, praying that they win the ‘Lotto’ and don’t have to live their repulsive life any more. A day in the life of me! Essay BEEP! BEEP! CRASH! (The alarm clock hits the wall) it must be 6:30 am, (I think that 6:30 should not even have an AM! ). Then I think to my self weekends shouldn’t have alarm-clocks going off on them but of course it is not a weekend it’s a Moany Monday Morning. On a Monday every one wants to know where the weekend has gone especially ME and all I can think about is Saturday night, when I was having a conversation with Sam. Lovely, lovely Sam. Then all I can hear is my mum shouting up the stairs â€Å"KIMBERLEY! KIMBERLEY! † As I have a glimpse of my clock I run out of my room and start to jump about on the bathroom floor mainly because its very cold. Then as I am doing this I jump into a lovely warm bath and before I can even think about it. Its seven o’clock and of this is the time I should be leaving. So as I am running out of the bathroom, I grab my dreary uniform, which I have worn for 4 years now (Unfortunately, Yes! ) And hurry to put it on. I am throwing my bag on my shoulder and running out the door to see my bus go racing past me but I still make it the bus in time because some one has got off the only good thing about this day so far! I step on the same bus as always with the same people as always and the same people are half asleep as always and as I’m on the way to the garage I see Tasha and Henna they come running up to me. Henna jumps at me (and she is not a light person either! ) so I hastily get my lunch and leave from Beaverwood as I leave, I get a bad feeling and YES. I am right; I have left my very, very over-due science homework at home! My first detention of the day and of the year. I have not even got in; I have already got detention fun, fun, fun! As I walk up Beaverwood road, I hear a familiar voice it is Charlotte and so I walk up with her. After talking to her for 10minites Alison turns up to remind me about the Geography test that I’ve got 1st lesson and of course I haven’t revised and I don’t have my folder with me. I am in trouble. And not forgetting science and that’s second lesson. Then the 8:30 bell goes so I begrudgingly walk into my form room for another ‘fun’ time with Miss joice my form tutor. The rest of my form walks in, in front of me I sit and talk to kirsty for 25 minutes. In this time I find out exactly what she has done this weekend and when Alison asks me whether I have done the maths homework, all I can say is â€Å"what do you think? † As the bell goes I walk upstairs to geography with Laura as I walk in Miss Aslett announces that we are going to do the test on Wednesday instead of today and for the first time to day some thing has gone right. But she hands us our homework back from last week. I did not get a very good mark on well I was trying to do it in Friday’s ICT lesson! And I did have a bit of trouble especially as I was do my ICT coursework at the same time . As I take zero notice in my geography lesson, I think About my Spanish Module which is during forth lesson. The bell goes ‘saved by the bell’ then break I spend sitting in my form room mucking about with my mates and trying to eat but when Karen around that will never happen! After break my second favourite lesson maths. This week we are doing display work it is all colouring in so it is easy and I show Alison that lovely homework she would not stop going on about. Next, I plod off to Spanish when I have my Spanish Module test, which I do really well in . at the same time having fun with henna, tasta, Laura and Sarah. It is always fun in Spanish because we joke Mrs Wales around because we are nice like that! At the end of the lesson Miss announces our results I get full marks and I didn’t even revise and Miss gives everyone with full marks a housepoint . I do not even collect them any more so they are really useful! After Spanish, I have to go to my technology room to do my work, which usually takes me until about 2pm but today Mr Harris gives me some help so it only takes me until 1. 45pm. I sit and chat to him at the same time he also helps me with my homework so I do not have to do it at home thus allowing me to go out at the weekend. Because I have tech last lesson I leave my bags in his room, so I do not need to carry them back and forth from my form room. I leave his room and run to my form room and nearly fall over in the process after form it back t until o tech in which I spend an hour doing absolutely nothing well if talking counts then I did do something! At 3:15pm I leave the room and run to catch the bus. Once on the bus I throw my bags down and go to the front to talk to the driver Malcolm and the teacher that’s on duty. The bus leaves to take us all back to our lovely warm houses I get off the bus at Elmstead and walk home which takes 10- 15 minutes when I get home I go straight in the bath then get dress I watch television. At 10pm, I go to sleep until