Best Years of My Life...Supposedly.

Second day back after the Easter hols, and the alien sleeping pattern is kicking in. Somehow, I managed to stay upright and awake, keeping myself occupied over the constant worrying of what people would say about my rather flat hair, until the school bus journey home. Then? I relaxed in one of the leather seat, plugged in my iPod, and listened to A Rocket to the Moon (Amazing band! Strongly recommend them for when you needed cheering up after a long hard day of boredom...).

First class of the day was my favourite. History. The History Department is the saving grace of my school - and this year we got the very best teacher. Mr McGlade. He's funny, young, and actually cares about the pupils. He's willing to be our friend, as long as we respect him and do what we're told. By my first year at the school, I already was known as "Wee Hutchie" to everyone in the class - thanks to him enjoying teaching my big sister, alias, Hutchie. It was a little daunting trying to impress him after how well Emily did in all of his classes, but I'm pretty sure I've made it to his good books. It's funny. My class is normally rebellious and loud, but when we're in History...Silence. People do what they're told, don't interrupt, don't chat amongst themselves. History is the one class people want to do well in.

So, in History, we're doing the 60's. And today, we looked at the Music Revolution! We discussed old bands and singers, and then Mr McGlade let us hear some of the bands that the 60's influenced. We listened to The Who, The Beatles and Jimi Hendrix. It was great,  because my dad was always a fan of these guys, and listening to the old songs brought back a lot of great memories of the family driving to Kelso in his old truck, singing along to The Jam or the The Beatles, and having a laugh.

Afterwards, I'm afraid, the attention span of 2D3 & Co plummeted, and we went back to our usual Worst Class of the School label. There's something seriously depressing about sitting on the outskirts of classes, fighting every inch of you which wants to stand up and shout: "Will you shut up already?!" Everyone is obnoxious and arrogant. They storm around like they own the place - Who shouts loudest, wins, in their opinion. I'm starting to wonder why I even bother coming to school. Home schooling would be far less aggrivating, and would cause far less migraines. I'm pretty tired of getting shunted against corridor walls, or yelled at by chavs in the lunch hall for looking near them in the wrong way. Ugh. The faster I get out of this school and into the big wide world the better.

My Mum keeps telling me these are the best years of my life, but I can't help thinking:
Then why'd it feel like I'm wasting time? 
 I have no freedom. No respect from other people. I am a loner and people are starting to notice my nervous eye twitch. Frankly, if these are the best years of my life, I can't wait for them to end.