The Ferrari of Camberley

It's Thursday morning and I'm sat in The Dell at college.

For those who don't know, The Dell is essentially a dungeon of computer wires and sweaty teenagers that sit down hiding from the fact that they should be doing work in an overly-stuffy environment. I've been sat here for about 40 minutes hoping I might actually slip into a deep sleep and wake up in 40 minutes time, just as break kicks off.

Once I've got break out of the way, I can go to my English lesson, learn about a fellow called John Clare and go home on the bus.

Yes, the bus. The Ferrari of Camberley town centre. Usually the bus journey home is fairly standard. You've got the young kids, the mums with struggling to control the young kids, and the older people tutting and shaking their head at the young kids.
Anyway, that's the sort of commotion that comes with the Camberley bus line. At this point I could say the journey is "not for the faint hearted", but from the seeing the sort of people I have get on the bus in the past, that's not true.

So that's my Thursday in a nutshell. It's nearing 10am now. John Clare - Here I come!