An Ordinary School Day

One of my biggest problems I had to face when I attended school was the lack of time to do everything I wished and needed to do. I never seemed to find time to do my homework no matter all my good intentions. During the day I was very busy because until 3 o’clock I was at school and later I used to practice with the rugby team. When I got back home I was always so tired that I didn’t have the strength to keep my eye-lids open. After supper for greed I often ate two pieces of milk tart and then went to relax in front of the TV, deciding to postpone my homework to a little later.

I don’t know if it was because of the extremely comfortable armchair or for the fact that I was very tired or because of both these things. The result was that I regularly fell asleep until the end of TV programs which was more or less at midnight. I usually woke with a start and I went to bed with the good intention of getting up the next morning at five o’clock to do my homework. Though I knew getting out of bed on a winter morning was very difficult.

It was just such a morning when I heard a far away ring of my alarm clock. I sat up in my bed and with a groping hand felt around in the dark and switched off the clock. After some thinking I suddenly remembered the reason why I woke up so early. So I got up, got dressed slowly and then went to the kitchen for some coffee. When I finally sat at my desk ready to open the maths book I glanced at the clock and saw it was half past five. I opened the book at the right page and tried to concentrate on resolving the first exercise…

Mauro, alzati, sono le sette e mezza, farai tardi a scuola!!

Photo by Garrett W

Photo by Garrett W

It was my mother who, knocking at the door, shouted for me to get up and go to school. I sat up on the chair and I realized I must have dozed-off and I saw that the math’s problems were looking up at me.

It was so late that I had no time to wash my face. That morning maths was the first hour.
Like every morning I had to attend the assembly at eight. Fortunately I was already dressed in my uniform, so I grabbed my briefcase and without combing my hair I jumped on my motorbike and as fast as I could I rode to school. That day I must have broken the speed record. In less than 15 minutes I reached the main gate.

I heard the ringing of the school bell that signaled the 8 o’clock assembly. Walking towards the Assembly Hall one of my class mates told me that there was probably going to be an inspection. In fact, when the assembly was over, we were told to stand in a line. A few minutes later the head-prefect started to walk up and down the line checking that our hair did not touch the shirt collar. As I knew that my hair was too long, when he came close to me I tried to stretch my neck hoping that it was enough to make it look shorter. To no avail, my hair didn’t get any shorter with my will-power. So I was told to step forward and I received one blow on the ass with the cane and told to have my hair cut for the next morning.

When the inspection was finished I went to my friend who usually let me copy his homework. He gave me his exercise book so that I could copy that which I had not been able to do. I wrote everything very quickly without understanding anything. There was no time to understand. In the end even though very messy I had done my homework. Luckily that day I was not called up to the blackboard to explain some math problem or other and so thanks to who knows which Saint, I had made a narrow escape once again.

After school I went to have fun with a group of friends on our motorbikes in the mud. I got home when it was dark. I got my supper out of the oven and ate hungrily. Then I was so tired that I set on my favorite armchair to watch TV thinking that I would do my homework later. I must have dozed-off… I went to bed when the television announced the end of programs. I set my alarm clock at five.

Mauro, alzati, sono le sette e mezza, farai tardi a scuola!!

About Mauro

I am a scribbler of my far away memories. I am Italian and when I was little I landed up with my family in South Africa, where I remained until I was 22 years old. Then I came back to Italy, where I live. Writing life stories about myself and to share them with who desires to read them, helps me to tackle the hardships of life! [Read More]

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