Eek Stars I heard one day that someone in my school got caught with a knife in their bag, which was scary enough. I know what you mean about the busses; they're a joke down here - if my dad couldn't get me from my exam which finished at about 3:20 in the end, I wouldn't have got in until like 6 as there's only one bus a day that goes directly from by my school to round the road, which is normal at school time. And they're usually late on top of that, as well as costing a bomb even for Child's fare which I'm luckily still getting away with at the moment.

Today was pretty bad. I had Biology first, so that basically rubbished the whole day in about 5 minutes. I hate it and my teacher makes it even more unbearable. Then I had RE and we had to do another lesson on funerals, because the teacher wasn't sure we understood it all yesterday having had a supply. Also had Maths which I can't stand because of the teacher and I had my Geography DME this afternoon. It was ok I think; biggest problem was the time so I rushed some questions to get onto the next section in time as they were all worth the same marks. I wasn't keen on the first couple of questions though.

I cried through the whole the lesson yesterday as it was my Gran's funeral on Tuesday. The coffin just looked cheap and my Gran had said she wanted an oak coffin but the undertaker she wanted only did the one coffin. It didn't even look big enough and I cried when they pulled it out of the herse so quickly that it looked as if they were treating my Gran like a plank of wood. I walked behind the coffin and nearly went into the bit where they put the coffin because I couldn't see the seats through crying. The words to the hymns just looked like a big jumble.

The wake was pretty bad too - I was talking to my uncle who I'm not too keen on for various reasons, plus the fact that he was being sarkey all day; asking someone who'd just had an operation on her foot if she could afford a pair of shoes and yelling at my dad, "Someone's just turned up... but it isn't your mum.. hahaha." So I said that I thought there should be more of a difference between the words just before they bury/draw the curtain across the coffin. He told me I should write something and get it published. Then my grandad's bit on the side's mate walked into the wake... my aunt invited her

Supposed to do a Maths worksheet on 3D trig and I have some coursework to finish off.