A Series of Unfortunate Events - Part I.

"...yesterday was amazing, today was stupid lame ass." - Daniel Young, summing up my life story.

What a rubbish day was had by me today. We'll start from the top (of the bottom)...

6:45am. I have training in fifteen minutes and hey! Guess what? I'm still in bed. However, I have had much practice in getting ready in ten minutes and have found it to be most invigorating... Nothing like forcing your brain into action as soon as you waken. Honestly... It's like a scene from a movie -

INT. BOB's BEDROOM - MORNING - 6:45AM

Darkness. BOB'S eyes open gradually, we see what he sees - a few fuzzy, red numbers - 6:45AM. As harshly as his alarm woke him up, Bob pulls off his blankets and rolls off his bed - landing squarely on his arse. BOB is awake now.

BOB

Shit!

INT. BOB'S BATHROOM - MORNING - 6:46AM

BOB glimpses into the mirror, his hair is a complete mess, there is no way he is going to make it to training in ten minutes. A faint rumbling can be heard from the laundry basket- BOB'S phone. He fumbles to grab it -

BOB

He-hello?

JOHN (V.O)

Bob. Crap. I'm so sorry, my alarm didn't go off... Well actually, I probably didn't set it but -

BOB

(interrupting)

- yeah OK! Just be at mine asap. We have ten... eight minutes until training. Bye.

EXT. BOB's DRIVEWAY - MORNING - 6:55AM

BOB cusses profusely under his breath while the morning fog completely surrounds him. He walks, or rather, strides emotionally, struggling with his car keys. MARK, BOB'S younger brother meanders to the car. JOHN'S MUM's car pulls into the driveway.

BOB

(to JOHN)

Hurry up! We're leaving. Now.

MARK

Oh wait! Forgot my gear bag!

MARK rushes back inside while BOB and JOHN hop into the car.

JOHN

What the freak. We are never late. I swear.

BOB

I know. That's what disturbs me.

(he turns starts the ignition)

Frick. Screw Mark, We're leaving without him.

MARK scurries down the driveway. BOB has driven just down to the end of the driveway...

He slows down for MARK who gasses it to the car, gear bag clanging behind...

MARK Opens the back seat door...

BOB'S foot slips off the brake...

The car wheels move about ten centimetres...

MARK yelps. BOB has run over MARK'S foot.

Oh no wait. That last part was really real. And you know what. My running over Mark's... uh Alisa's foot... Was probably not a big deal. But heck, it added to the stress of the morning.

Skip to interval.

I would love to disclose information of what went down at Deputy Meeting #4 but most of it was debate that seemed, really, to go no where.

Please be aware that the deputy team is working very hard to make your school feel like it's the place it's advertised to be - the 'best'. Sure school is a place of learning and you should be 'grateful' for what you have... but wouldn't you be more inclined to come everyday, punctual and for the whole day... if we had what those of the golden age used to have... the common room, the car parks, the lunchtime leaving, the choice to wear whatever the heck shorts you wanted... Then you wouldn't be one of those people who "have made individual decisions to bum around" And yes, we understand that it is physically impossible to give us some of these things. If you hadn't realised, the old common room was condemned when we were third formers and the lack of space for even staff to park means student car parks are out of the question... So many things to consider, so many things to defend and justify.* We simply know you have our backs right? Then please don't dick around while we try and work out this stuff.

*edit: We're not stupid. We aren't chasing for those particular things and hoping to get things back to the old days. Maybe I didn't write it effectively. We're trying to get a way to get something. Anything. That could raise our morale a teensy bit. Too much to ask?

*sigh*

Slight rant. But hey, terrible day, remember?

I was also told today that the physio would be moving back into to the sports kitchen. Thank you Mr. Healey for that most informed decision. As if I wasn't running on empty in the first place.

I have given this blog an option to (heaven forbid) become a sequel by adding the 'Part I'. Pessimistic. I know. I apologise. I am really not a person to bad mouth Avondale. I love our school - especially the people in it. I am just reaching a point of disillusionment. No matter what I do right; things always go wrong. Mick Jagger always said...

You can't always get what you want.

But it you try sometimes - you get what you need.