Alan T. Fitch

My Personal Diary
2021-01-13 16:25:07 (UTC)

At home - now for my biggest entry yet...

Right, here it is. The biggest entry yet.
Get ready to read in three, two, one...

Mr. Bray came in today. He said he was tested positive for Covid-19, but then negative a week later. Or something like that. When we went to do boxing (which I finished about 13:45), Mr. Bray had left by the time we finished. I was knackered I could fall asleep.

Oh my word! In my early years of primary school I was taught that Jewish people, to respect God’s name, don’t write his name fully. For example: G-d. I was told that wasn’t true, but I guess we were in Christianity. But still. Since then, I always believed that wasn’t true, until now. I was doing R.E. at this time, and told me this again. It gave me a flashback, and a couple memories. I spent about five minutes thinking about it. I also learnt from the online R.E. video that there are traditionally 72 different names of God.

When we did coking at about half-past eleven, we made pizza. We used a French baguette, grated cheese, ham, tomatoes (believe me, they didn’t taste bad this time), Bolognese sauce, and another sauce that I cannot remember the name of. It was yellow-coloured. We also made me some lunch for tomorrow. Not my idea, but I went with it. Another baguette, but this one with lettuce, cucumber, tomatoes and ham. He also gave me a bag of cheese and onion crisps, a cereal bar, and a leek and chicken soup in a cup.

I saw Zak today! Zak is a friend of mine. He is somewhere around 11 years old. He got me into some trouble once, but that doesn’t really matter to me anymore. We said hello to each other, and we were both well. He said to Mr. Crane that he got an electric scooter. Mr. Crane then joked if he had a licence and insurance. Zak said “no”. Eventually I had to go, so we said goodbye to each other. Apparently, he has never seem a school blazer before. He said he is in on Mondays and Tuesdays (despite it is Wednesday today), so next Monday I am going to bring my blazer in just to show him. Got to be honest, though, I was not expecting to see him. Although I had an instinct I would.
I am his only friend. Before lockdown, if he saw me, he would call me over and we would talk to each other from a distance, as of the two metre rule. One time we tried to play table tennis with each other. He was on the opposite side of me, we both had hand sanitiser, and we sanitised the bats before playing. We still got told to come off and leave each other alone. He is in the middle department of the school. I am in the secondary part.

I did (in order) maths, English, R.E., P.E., then history. In maths I did about finding the mean in a grouped frequency table. In English, I did about Thomas Hardy’s ‘The Man He Killed’ doing about the poem. In R.E. I did about the concept of God. In History I did about Ganga Singh, an Indian soldier.
Before history me and Mr. Crane watched the online assembly. Mr. Maxwell at the end said that if anyone wants a mention, they go and talk to him. I joked that I should 100%, as I have worked hard all week and last week at school. Mr. Crane laughed, and said that he was going to tell Mr. Maxwell to put me in.

When I got home, mum said hello to me. She seemed to be in a great mood. So that is good.
Daisy the Jack Russell was all over me. Jumping up and down to try and lick my face off. Mum asked me how my day went, and somehow it drove off to talking about my problems. I only have two current problems: College, and about what Mark said that I will never be able to live on my own. Ever. I asked mum what they meant from this (Mark was asleep) and she said that I don’t think, and I am always rushing (now this in my perspective is part-true). We were talking about it and I said something extremely rude (so I was told afterwards), so mum told me to go away. Before that, mum said that they may be able to get me a place somewhere where I am living on my own, but looked after by other people. I hate the idea of that. It’s not happening. Or at least in my mind currently.
Mum called me down a few minutes later, and said to talk on phone. She didn’t say who. I thought it was dad, but it said ‘Twinkle’; it was my youngest-elder sister, Charlie. Mum doesn’t get along with her daughter, but she said she had no problem with me talking to her. I was very surprised. I showed it as well.
I spoke to Charlie for about ten to fifteen minutes. She is currently looking after her fiancées sisters’ daughters, Aria, Isabelle and Poppy. I cannot remember their ages, but I do remember Aria was born in 2018,and that the twins (Isabelle and Poppy) are about a year or two younger.
Charlie gets her new house next week. She gets a look-around from a woman on Monday, and gets the keys on Friday. I am very happy for her. She also got Covid-19, but that was ages ago. I only mentioned it to extend the entry a little more.

That is all I have to say for now. I might make another entry later. Good evening!




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