Letters to Primavera ~ The Fourth One

4/09/15

*This letter was supposed to be released yesterday, but due to my busy schedule it has been posted today. However, this letter is written as if I wrote it yesterday.

Dear Primavera,

Most people think Friday is the best day of the week. However, they are wrong (in my opinion). Fridays are the epitome of evil. Here's how my Friday went:

I woke up this morning to the voice of my dad reminding me that I overslept. I quickly got ready for school and didn't check my bag. For the day, I had English first, an R.E. test second, social studies third, maths fourth, and P.E. fifth. As I was editing my creative writing piece in English, a classmate asked me for my R.E. book, since the test was open-notes. I pulled out what I assumed to be my R.E. book but was actually my business studies book! There I was, in the middle of English class, panicking and disrupting my classmates' work. Splendid.

As I panicked, I began to weep. Luckily, another classmate - let's call her Harriett - sat beside me, still writing her piece, but took the risk of helping me out. I told Harriett that I left my book at home, and then she asked me if someone was at home and able to fetch my book. When I said that my mum would be able to do that, she told me to go to the student counter and call home there, since I didn't have a phone. At the student counter, the phone couldn't work, and so I returned to English, still spouting out tears. My teacher noticed how I still looked miserable, and so she offered me her phone (which was unexpected of her since she is pretty strict and the situation didn't relate to English). I dialed my home, but nobody picked up the phone.

The end of period 1 bell rang and the pressure intensified. I was crumbling into pieces but Harriett, my guardian angel, told our R.E. teacher that I had forgotten my book. My R.E. teacher glanced at my crimson coloured face and told me that I could take the test next week! Hurrah!

...But then I had to sit at the back of a silent classroom, dying of boredom and waiting for the end of period 2 bell to ring.

The rest of the day went well, despite the horrifying beginning - thank goodness for that.

Yours sincerely,
Marian