SUTLS

I have been without internet and I have also been very busy recently so I have not been able to write about what I have been doing. However, today was the last day before Easter holiday and I have found that if I squash my computer up into the corner of my bedroom near the window, I can get somebody else's wireless. So I will document my continuing adventures by writing about my day.

I woke up at 6.18 exactly. I know this, because I looked at my phone straight away. I was tired, but not could not fall back to sleep, so I got out of bed. It was hot and the birds were singing which made it feel like Spring. Because I was up so early, I took my time about getting ready. I even had a cup of tea and a Brazil Nut coated in chocolate. Nuts give a slow release of energy so I thought this would be healthy

I left the house at 7.15 and walked across the square to catch the bus. This was unevenful, other than the fact I picked up a copy of the Metro.

I arrived at school and got some photcopying done. The head of english was in front if me in the queue to photocopy a picture of Spider Man. When I went up for tutor time, I encountered problems. I have a naughty boy in there who is permanently on the brink of exclusion, but I have adopted him as my sidekick. He has a mohawk and his own you tube channel where he gets up to such shenanigans as pretending to piss on people or sellotaping his entire head and pretending to be a zombie. He's pretty funny.

He was raging round the class telling me he was going to nut the head teacher cos hes a fucking knob. They had apparently just had an argument. I told him not to and said i'd give him chocolate if he didnt. During period three, he was called in from his hole in the isolation room to have a meeting with our two headmasters. He didn't nut either of them so I gave him some chocolate. I like to think that is good form tuting.

I also did my reward point totals for the term. I cheated again so I could win. With one year 9 form tutor I have a friendly rivalry so it's important to beat her. One of the others I think is an absolute fucking moron who I hate, so it is even more important we beat her form. We did last time and she sulked that its because she didnt include some sub total she was whinging about. Tough fucking luck, you condescending and miserable slag. She's such a jobsworth, she won't have it in her to cheat and in this dog eat dog world, sometimes you have to.

I've just realised that this all actually leads on well from my last entry - it deals with the same themes, characters and emotions, even though they're months apart.

At break time, I went into the staffroom only to find someone had stuck a sheet with pictures of me all over it on my desk wall. Each one had a caption which insinuated homosexuality. It was next to an illustration of me entitled "Gaylord", a photo of me with a speech bubble saying "I like men" and a caption of "The last of the great gayolutionaries" and a picture of spiderman (my nickname around school because apparently i look like Peter PArker) which said something about going to a gay bar. On one of them I was wearing a hat called the gay hat. The (slap)head of english sat chuckling in the corner. He is getting too big for his boots - he has been relentless this week. I can try and slate him for his one dimensional offensives, but they are pretty good.

I have easter to think up a reply. It might involve my sidekick and a bald wig. Of course, I personally wont mention youtube but if it happens, it happens.

The runner up in the ongoing year 9 arm wreslting championships challenged me. I accepted and only just won. That child is inhuman. The title holder wants a piece now so I will do lots of arm training throughout the holiday. Later on in the day, the female champion (who beats most of the boys) challenged me. I said no for health and safety reasons as i didnt want to hurt her. In reality, there was little danger of that, I just didnt fancy losing to a 14 year old girl. It's her last day too, so that danger is over.

When I went down to the school gates for crowd control at the end of the day, someone shouted at me to ask how Mary Jane was. I said obviously fine as my spider sense wasn't tingling. They didn't know how to reply so they laughed moronically before shouting "PETER PARKER!" and running off. Man did I feel stupid.

I was supposed to go to London straight after school, but the train is 20 pounds cheaper at 6am tomorrow so I opted for an early morning journey. Instead I went to the shopping centre. I went on the escalators in jessops and walked down them quickly. It made it seem like I was going dead fast. I didn't go there just to do that though.