Date for Entry: (Tuesday 23 April 2024)
Actual Date of Online Entry: (Saturday 20 July 2024)
[T2, W:03 – WD:11,
(Td:3)*].
Dear Diary,
This morning
Tyrell was waiting by Lockhart Street. His maxi was behind me. There was one
Georgian boy and the other from Form 1, “Mr. Bethelmy”, who walked so quickly.
I got signed in and sat by the school computer. The Principal walked in and
there was a three-sentence conversation. The computer was taking forever like
the internet so I didn't bother to try to send my email again. I would rather
wait until I reach home to send the resume to Presentation College.
I went to Block
K to get my spicy pie eaten and then headed over to the art room. Miss met me in
the corridor. It was nice to see everyone coming in early. We had a good time.
Before I headed back to the art room, I had to find the markers on a pencil.
The green labels for the envelopes were done in the first two periods.
At 9:20 a.m., I
went back to make copies for the students and head to class. “Jess” was not
there, so I made the children go into their groups to figure out what they were
going to do for their presentation. They were very wild and hard to control.
Miss Patel had to come in and quiet them. Thankfully, the period was short. I
packed up and left for the staff room.
I got a message
from “Jess” to bring the evening class down to the music room to pan. The
entire class was fully set in her order, but half left the first two bars in
verse one of the George’s Anthem. The same was done for the second half of the
class. Mr. Pierre was still in 2M, so I went to the staff room and left a
message for “Ash”.
Only by
returning to the building after reinforcing the second batch of eight
envelopes, did I meet “Ash” and went through the pages of the homework which
was supposed to be brought in. None of it was done, sadly. I left question
marks and went on my way.
Only at 1:15 pm
after lunch, I got up to meet with Dr. Allison to work on lates and absences. I
ended up trying to find her but went to write my day's account. She brought
Miss Harris into the room with her, and they began to tell me that she still
hadn't got time to finalize everything. I went back to block K and worked on
the entry among nicer companies.
I forgot to
mention that at the end of recess, I shared a Nature Valley miniature-pack
snack with the teachers. They seemed to enjoy it. Mrs Ramsingh opened a pack of
rough tots. She shared with me twice “Choo Choo”, Miss Soodeen, and Miss Sargram.
We ended up speaking about Chips Ahoy, Oreo, Day and Nibbles, and how they lost
their tot and just sugar-filled in them. School ended faster. I left second to
last. Dr. Jogi left before me, and I reminded him about the tutor anthem for
the election meeting tomorrow.
I went to the
art room with my bags and stayed there. Miss came in a while when I almost
finished the envelope reinforcements. I told her we could multitask by calling
grades for pieces with her. I labelled all the envelopes in blue since Janice
did not come at all to do them. We left with “Maria”, but the student Percy had
to travel because we didn't have more space.
I remembered “Miss
Berkeley” admiring the handwriting that I did on the envelopes. There was one
she liked a lot and said she wanted that particular one for her art pieces.
That particular envelope had a fancy letter A. I took Miss Kitten's pencil and
wrote “Miss Berkeley” on the top right-hand corner and showed the girl which
one was whose.
I went home to
enjoy some nice crispy skin pork. The rest of the evening was emotional in the
gallery, remembering my one week with Miss Paul in school. I didn't like the
message that “Jess” had sent me at all. I didn't want to do much Bible study
again.
I ended up
working on the introduction and the first two verses for “The Shape of My Heart.”
I had some cheese balls and watched a show called “Training Day.” Somehow that
show was very twisted and concerning. I did not watch the end of the show, but
hopefully someday if it shows back on TV I'll take another look.
Daryl
Zion M. Ali
(7:50 am – 4:42 pm)
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