Surf the Net ’til midnight
This article was published as part of a comparison of the daily routines of children growing up in the '30s and the '90s.
| At seven every weekday, my human alarm clock, my mother, wakes me up. |
Nineties Child
"Like most people my age, an alarm clock is not enough. So, at seven every weekday, my human alarm clock, my mother, wakes me up.
I usually leave 10 or 15 minutes later than my mother, who teaches at a school near by. I rush to make sure my keys are where they need to be and I have the right books.
At 7.35am I take my place at the 36 bus stop outside the Oval tube station. My school, The Grey Coat Hospital in Victoria, is a mere 10 minutes away.
My day consists of seven 45-minute lessons. I spend my time swapping career ideas with my friend, Ebony, who encourages me and we work together as a mini study group. We do this through phone calls, meetings, shopping and general socialising.
Being a child of the technology era, my prized possession at the moment is my new mobile phone which comes in handy at lunch times when I can send messages to my friend when he's at college.
After a seven-and-a-half hour day which could easily pass for a lifetime, I return to the fold where I spend the rest of my time watching Neighbours, Home and Away and Jerry Springer.
Then I surf the net and get my e-mails from friends. Sleep around midnight."
About the team
This article was written by Juanita Rosenior, 15.
