One Day of My Life

December 13

My name is Lera. I’m 16 and I live in Rivne. I’m writing about one day of my life, and this day is Tuesday.

My life isn’t full of adventures – it is usual, normal, nothing special. But it’s my life and I like it. And every day is important, it’s a chance to do something special.

Now every workday is very similar to another, but they all are different.

On Tuesday I usually want to wake up at 7 o’clock – I really want. But every day (also yesterday) I leave my bed with extreme efforts at 7:20 and start to hurry. Next, as usual, I brash teeth, make up, do something nice with my hair and get dressed. Then, listening my mum’s shout that I’m late, I go downstairs to have breakfast. My mother always makes it for me and my brother – usually it is sandwich and tea. Next, I with my brother, as usual, run out of the house, because it is already near 8:25 and the lessons begin at 8:30. So we always hurry. But it is not a trouble. Our dad drive us to school and we are just in time, however, we are a bit shocked after these “races”.

So lessons begin at 8:30. On Tuesday I have 7 lessons. As usual, they are lo-o-ong and bo-o-oring. But I with my classmates know how to entertain ourselves. Every day, Tuesday is not an exception, is full of jokes and laugh. Lessons finish at 15:05. On Tuesday I don’t any courses or extra lessons, so I go straight home. I have dinner , like every pupil. Then I do my homework, surf the Net, listen to music – nothing extraordinary. When homework is done I have supper and then I go for a walk with my friends. It is the best part of this long, dull, grey day. I like these people. They are the funniest, the coolest and simply the best. Time with them is so enjoying, so pleasant, so great and thrilling that I forget about all problems, all troubles, tiredness; I throw away all gloomy emotions  and every heavy-hearted thought. I have a lot, even too much, fun with my friends.

After that I return home, wash myself up and try to go to bed. I always try to go to bed earlier, but always something appears and hinders me to do that. So I usually go to sleep at midnight (at least). And this moment , when I lie down into the bed, is the most pleasant. I feel myself so great. The bed is soft – I can relax and dream about something wonderful. Then slumber comes and takes me to the world of sweet dreams, true love and happiness. And my day comes to the end…