Dad woke me up at quarter past 7. Got dressed. Got bus … Was nearly late … History was even more boring than yesterday. Mrs V is getting worse ideas but the material’s nice. Went to netball felt as if I had improved a bit. Maths was boring … Wanted material for pencil case but it was shut … Did homework. Saw mum’s materials really puke. Started on pencil case. Had tea went to bed wrote diary for yesterday as I left it at school.
I love the fact that after writing my diary for close to a week I still felt I had to write that I got dressed. I don’t remember there being an issue with me going to school in my sleep clothes, but I guess getting dressed was a major part of the morning for me!