The junction

The title may sound  a little strange, but it'll become clearer further on. Today was my second day in the Sixth Form, and another day I felt like my future at King Charles was going to be full of good times. The day started with some admin, nothing too fun, but that's what life's about, fun times and not so. My first IT lesson was imminent, feeling buzzed off my A* that I was proud to get for the subject on results day, I entered with an enthusiastic attitude. Mr Boniface, a teacher who helped me achieve my grade is now back as my part-time teacher. Moving on through the day, it continued to get better, a game of footy afta having lunch was always going to go down well. But then... (And this is where we get to the junction)... The bell rang for P4, my first maths lesson. For this I'm afraid to say I wasn't feeling optimistic after struggling through to the end of last year, progressively finding it more difficult. Quadratics was the first thing that caught my eye, to me, this was rather bad as I can't work the logic out. The lesson was slightly difficult but I got through it. This is the decision I've gotta make, 120% all year for maths. Or 100% in RS, where I'm bound to do well as I achieved an A in the subject.

Decisions, decisions... Decisions.