I am ALIVE!
I think.
School so far has turned into a black hole of time.
After my mother dropped me off and left me with her wise words I had plenty of free time. So I could sit around almost all Evening till bedtime.
So I did that.
We all were woken up by the sudden switching on of a light, this was it.
I got up and got dressed but apparently today was going to be an odd one. I had been told that we were doing flag service and getting into school thing. So here is how it went :
We were given until half nine to go to breakfast and get dressed and then come back to the common room in our house with normal school uniform and a blue jumper.
We were woken up at seven in the morning…
But, we are just getting into school so it was a very relaxed day.
We then after a quick house meeting and after the Duffus house flag was raised by the new house captain (he has some big boots to fill). We then went down to the church where everyone had the large scale flag service.
Then jumped into our final few lessons: History, English, Music.
By then it was getting late, I went to dinner. prep. Bed!
My favourite part was the bed…
Dinner was interesting, I have been talking to girls… That is all I am going to say.
The flash of this morning came and we were woken to a cold room, This is quite common.
Who would have guessed? I am in Scotland.
So in the morning I got up and was very blurry. I managed (somehow) to get out of bed, brush my teeth and pack all of the correct school kit and get on my bike and fly down to breakfast. In this blurry haze.
Breakfast I was joined by my great friend group. We had some interesting conversation about boyish things of which I cannot remember. We then headed out to our different ways.
My lessons were then Latin (Yay!), Design, Maths and then finally french.
In maths, we have a new teacher. Meaning we have a smaller class. Much MUCH smaller! The last one had some stupid number like Sixteen or more people. The new class has eight, me included…This new class is great because It is full of all the introverts. I am sure of it. Almost all of them talked. I was there answering questions, in the vast black hole of introverted-ness.
Exciting.
Then lunch and a drumming class that ran halfway through french. Which is a shame because I enjoy french. Despite my past battles with french teachers, I enjoy this one. I feel that I have a connection with the teacher and I understand what we are working with.
I then had some outdoor education activities which is bushcraft. We put up a tarp that all four of us to take shelter from the incoming wind. Just for it to be taken down instantly.
After I came back to house AGAIN and remembered mummies wise words… ‘It is just as easy to put things in the right place as it is to put things in the wrong place or on the floor’ Which after getting some new headphones in the package and having Spotify and my hamilton beats armed me with the confidence to start getting my life together. That is what the picture withholds. because I have now gotten changed into home clothes. Put away any school kit to the wash or ready for the next day. and put my sporting kit away from the previously mentioned bushcraft.
We then had dinner and now here I am Writing too you. (I have heard some gossip from an unknown source that Some girls think I am the nicest boy in year nine. I am unsure of how true this is.)
