(Sedbergh, Winder House, age 14)
Five-Year Diary: I got up early, the only time in the day I think of as my own. I had the intention of revising French, but instead found myself writing yesterday’s diary. I like that im progressing towards a year without a day missed.
Assembly then lessons.
German: tediously spent going over work on grammar, focusing on pronunciation and sounds.
French: a test caught me slightly off guard—there were far more questions and I got an impot: for such a poor score. There’s motivation for you – punishsd because the teacher is rubbish.
Geography: a map of West Africa and some vague sense of a project hanging over it.
Break meant coffee and biscuits back at Winder House.
Maths: an A-level paper on gradients. I like that we are being challenged.
Physics. I was sitting behind Brown-Humes who we call brown-fumes. We are reading through the experiment and the next chapter.
After lunch had compulsory games. I should have been swimming. I have no choice over the matter: cricket. I attempted being wicket keeper and am rubbish. I batted briefly—twelve runs—before heading into town to buy a torch and a Grubber.
Supper, then evening prep: essays and Latin.
I tried to read in bed afterwards, but the torch had failed. Another frustration to end the day.
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