My secret diary 1972 September (ii) - Bobby Charlton's testimonial match, working hard and changing my bed-time.

Sept 14th (Thur)
Dead tired at school - no wonder, didn't get to sleep till 1.30am this morning. Quite a normal day though. S and I are getting on quite well. Not a dead lot of homework. Norma (silly thing) gave me a jumper. Don't know why. It's white, long sleeved with black trimmings. Nice. Very. Achieved what today? Learnt quite a bit, but nowt else.
Sept 15
Finished 'Beyond Belief' - v good book about Ian Brady and Myra Hindley. Same as usual at school, but we seem to be working so hard. Never resting, what can I do? At home Norma and mum had a row. I burst out crying - couldn't help it. What with tension at school too. God, mock exams are so near!!
Sept 16 (Sat)
At last a lovely day of rest, in which I've accomplished absolutely nothing except a letter to Lorette who hasn't written since before July. Huff. Got up late, played with Rebecca for a while. After dinner went to library, but when I saw the queue I changed my mind and went to visit Julie at the shop. Nothing exciting happened at all
Sept 17 (Sun)
Stayed in bed quite late - it's nice to be able to! (Have a rest, I mean) Done bags of homework today - going to Manchester United tomorrow for Bobby Charlton's testimonial - I'm looking forward to it a lot. Boring day really. I've got nothing to write about. Watched telly a lot. Drawn Charlie Brown and Snoopy for E. I want one too, though.
Sept 18 (Mon)
School okay. Was Bobby Charlton's testimonial match against Glasgow Celtic. Oh it was lovely. Carol's dad took us down in the car. All the Celtic supporters!! There were thousands - really! They were dead friendly (sometimes too friendly!) Gate = 60,535!! Terrific. Score = draw 0-0. Bobby did a loop of honour. Some gorgeous Scots!!
Sept 19
Boringly ordinary day at school, 'cept of course I'm really tired out, so is Julie. Everybody seemed dead friendly today, even D. Me and Ju were talking to AH - she's nice sometimes. Played hockey in games. Been doing homework since I came home to when I came to bed ('cept for tea). Feel like crying.
Sept 20th (Tue)
Nothing exciting. Not as much homework as last night, but still enough to keep me occupied most of the night. Decided to get myself used to going to bed at 10.30pm instead of 9.30. Norma and dad agree. Sleeves of school jumper are wearing through. Feel pretty relaxed which is unusual for me! Posted letter to Lorette. It's ages since she wrote back.
Sept 21
OK day, as usual nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary. In fact life just seems to be a solid mass of work and boredom and headaches. Finding that I have more time at nights if I go to bed later (obviously) Feel like crying - all bunged up inside, but no tears come. Doing war poems by Wilfred Owen for 'O' levels - good.