Wednesday Morning, Week 3

Your alarm screams you into Wednesday morning. Did yesterday evening really happen? Yes, it did. And you feel bad about it. And you feel great about it.

A shower doesn’t really wake you up. Breakfast is fumbled into your mouth. Coffee has only a fraction of its usual effect. It’s not until the walk to school that you finally wake. Is it the cold, fresh air of a late September morning, or is it the girls in school uniforms, many of whom now greet you as you pass them, that wakens you? It better be the former. It better be the former.

The staff room is filled with activity, that you slide through unimpacted. Anissa’s to one side, reading her bible. Spencer sits next to her bored. Abigail arrives just in time for assembly. The four of you sit near the back and are bored.

Then off to classes, except you don’t have a class first thing. You sit and work on lesson plans, and homework plans. Later in the morning you have the Lower Sixth ‘A’ Stream, an easy class now that both you and they have grown accustomed to the school.

And after lunch you’ve got a free afternoon, except you have homework to mark.