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I really do not want to write at all its like the last thing I want to do. I was wondering if I should just watch Naruto or something or play fifa but its towards my gcse so there not much I can do. I know im already failing science and Spanish because I never turn up to those lessons, but now I must write something like five hundred and fifty words to do. I am just going write this for a bit. This this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this. So now that has taken up about twenty words and ill make sure make each sentence as long as possible so that I do not have to think as much. You see what I did there. I wrote so that I don’t have to think as much even though I didn’t have to put it. And I just did it again. If I was Jk Rowling and I wrote this then I would be getting fifty million pounds because it would be creative or something like that but to be honest at this point im literally just waffling so that I can reach five hundred and fifty words.

Like to be honest is there a point to being that specific im literally writing complete bullshit im not joking and I really don’t care but im not in a mood this is how I write when I am waffling. To be honest I was late to a lesson because I was watching Naruto and this fight has been going on for more than three episodes and I have already had an email sent home for not attending lessons, but I can’t believe a fight has taking more than three episodes. I Have less than two hundred words and then I can go but I must do an hour of revision after school but ill just watch some Naruto, I guess. Im the king of waffle I have or I will write five hundred and fifty words of waffle, you can’t lie that’s pretty impressive though. Also if it want for Word correction thing where is corrects punctuations and spelling and stuff this would be a big mess. The next one hundred words or whatever are going to be so long but there is actually no point in stopping now because this is part of my hour revision after school. This just waffling in a word document and watching Naruto. Can I really be asked to do hegarty maths or should I just waffle for another ten minutes, I think there is an obvious answer to that one. I have got like twenty two words left but its going to feel like the same length the pandemic has been going on for which is kinda peak so yeah I don’t really no what to say apart from I thought I was done but it turns out I have fifty more words to do. For this last it I have no idea what to write at all so ill just write the. The the the the the the the the the the the the the the  thanks for reading this thing

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I heavily exhale in frustration as i struggle to detangle my hair causing pain to my scalp. It is now my third time

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I sit here wishing i was watching anime instead of this assignment but I am aware that my GCSEs are important. i do enjoy English but ever since the first lockdown, I just keep getting lazier and lazier.
the construction work that is happening outside my window always distracts me, they have a lot of progress in the last year

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I've just switched off Padlet's notifications. I've been using the platform a lot, so every few seconds the thing's been buzzing, and it's starting to drive me mad. Time to take a breather.

I look out the window from the loft. The sky's grey. London's looking pretty impotent, a kind of flat sadness. As city, London does misery well. When it wants to bum you out, there's nothing ambiguous about it...

A guy with a really brightly coloured hat just walked by on the street. I fear that people who were really bright clothes in the winter are suffering from some sort of mental illness. I avoid them on the street. Can't they see that they clash badly with their environment? Even just for reasons of taste, wear something dark blue or maroon. Blend in, damn it!

I'm worrying more and more about the class's grip on Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Part of the problem is that the more I teach it, the more I understand it, but that also takes me further and further from where the students are. The gap between us gets wider and there's no sense of joint discovery. It would be better, I think, to have to teach a totally fresh book each year -- something newly published. And I think that should be the case for every school. It would stop the curriculum getting stale. Think about how many junk resources there are out there telling students how to write an essay on DrJ+MrH (or any of the stuff we do); literally thousands of revision guides and videos all peddling the same tired crap. It's depressing. And backward. It kind of makes you want to throw up.

It also doesn't help that half the students missed the teaching of the book last year, and that -- thanks to lockdowns and laziness and bad internet connections -- half of them have missed it again this year.

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I’m currently sitting down thinking of what to write but I don’t know what exactly I’m writing. My brother

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im tired. while my eyelashes casted a mellow shadow over my eyes i get the sudden passion to start reading my new book.somedays like this one my mind is somewhere else but it will return. hopefully.
i bow my head and rest it while my cold hands ran thew my curls.
my curls dimmed the screen light like curtains drawn in, i cut my hair 2 days ago

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I droop my eyes in disappointment knowing I have to do this again. Can't say the last time I did this i enjoyed it oh so much. I notice how Mr Hutchinson wants us to use the word Ambiguity for whatever reason. So done, there you go. I hear people chatting outside and the low-pitch noise of the cars passing by. I decide I want to listen to some music as this is going to be a while so I put on Spanish Bombs by The Clash. My teeth start to hurt as I chew on a sweet that isn't meant to be chewed. I realize that me writing this right now is giving me immense deja vu.

The sky looks pretty grey with a touch of pink. It's usual for London. My originality for writing this is slowly decreasing. Not sure how many words to go, and I'm not keen to find out as I'll end up being more disappointed than I need to be. I notice how I've done the same thing I did last time by not capitalizing my I's. So congratulations Mr Hutchinson, you've successfully made me paranoid. I also notice he's currently writing his own essay. I can also see how Jamie, Sir and I have written the most, while everyone hangs behind just a bit. I wonder when we will go back to school. I miss talking to people. However I find it funny how everyone pretends to not have a mic. A little too coincidental how that many people don't have mics despite the fact that most computers have mics. Nevertheless, there's never a way to prove they're lying.

It seems like everyone has mentioned Jekyll and Hyde in their first paragraph to get it out the way. Not sure what the hate for that book was, I found it to be quite enlightening. And I'm not too fussed over the essay we have to write. I'll probably just write it half an hour before the lesson, can't say that would be my first time doing that. I slowly glance at my paragraph and yet again notice my I's aren't capitalized. I almost choke on a sweet so that was fun. I also appreciate the good comment from Sir. I wonder why we call our teachers Sir, I used to refer to the by their last names by saying Mr--. But now we refer to them like they're our army officer. I wonder if any of the teachers would be angry if i spoke to them by their fist name? I quickly check how many words I've written. 400 and something. Right let's get this done with. Blah Blah something about Jekyll and Hyde, Wow Jamie's essay looks long so bad I probably won't read it because I'm lazy. And it looks like the lesson is ending so lets hope that this has been 550 words otherwise it's gonna be a good few more minutes.

It wasn't 550 words.

My backs starting to hurt and my computer is starting to fan a lot. Which is a shame. Not sure what I'm going to do this weekend. Ah how the days go by. Almost a year in lock down and I'm starting to grow tired of it. It's all Hunky dory until you realize you haven't properly left the house in 3 days and how your slowly lowering your life expectancy by sitting all day. One last check to see if I'm done

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Today I've been really distracted, it seems like 10,0000 things are happening at once and on top of that, now I have to write about Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. In the book, Jekyll talks about feeling split in two, and having a certain duality to his character. Today, I also feel like I am being torn into 10,0000 pieces all with different opinions and characters. I guess there is a kind of ambuity to things right now because too many opinions make

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Jekyll and Hyde has been driving me nuts these past couple of days, I understood it almost completely last year but due to Mrs. Lane's monotone and depressing voice it made my brain only remember occasional parts because it all sounds the same in my head. Jamie started off his 550 words task first and started it in almost the same way as me. Would that be me poaching him? Or is it just a crazy miracle? I mean it's probably because none of us have the creative mindset to actually interpret Jekyll and Hyde into our writing without it looking awkward or out of place. Maybe that was sir's whole plan or he just wanted us to think that so we can be experimental and different and not just all the same. Sir seems pretty ambiguous but I don't entirely understand what it means but it sounds smart and sophisticated. My sister keeps constantly banging on my door asking "are you doing your school work brother?"

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Bright lights alluding intelligence in an enormormous room injected with children who don't want to learn

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Recently We've been doing lots of work on Jekyll and Hyde in online school. I've learnt a lot more about than I did in year 10 but I'm still less confident with it than Macbeth or An Inspector calls. I feel like I understand the important moments however I'm unsure about the parts in between. Today, my teacher added an assessment to our online class group chat however the instructions were ambiguous, therefore this left me worried based on the thought of needing to do lots of work last thing on a Thursday. I'm normally not in the mood for doing work but this week in particular. To start the week off, on what was supposed to be an average Monday, my mood plummeted because I found out the Australian men's test cricket team lost in their series against India as a result of a loss in the Gabba stadium in Brisbane, leading to a 2-1 loss. I was furious. Australia hadn't lost in the Gabba for 32 years, that means 7 members of the team weren't even alive for as long as that streak. Additionally, I had just finished watching my Netflix documentary series on some of the worlds unsolved mysteries (great series by the way, would definitely recommend), therefore I had nothing to cheer me up. All was well however because I had the opportunity to watch my football team play a game the next day. Not so fast. The game gets cancelled on the day meaning I can't go. GRRR. This has been an extremely tough week for me. All I