Work Experiance
My Work Experience:
Have you ever been imprisoned for 7 hours a day for 2 whole weeks as well as not been paid a single penny? Well, I have and I’ll tell you what it feels like.
The previous day was really delightful as it was hurling billions of snow however the world of work awaits me tomorrow. Work experience day has arrived! It started with an unfriendly, icy, depressing day in late January – It was undoubtedly the worst day of the whole year and this caused my nerves to tingle down my backbone causing me to tremble every second. As I sluggishly, strolled along Craft Street, I can feel the wind wrapping its bitter arms around me. There were a lot of things going through my mind now; I was experiencing emotions such as excitement and curiosity, Excitement because I was looking forward to work experience and meeting the new faces. I would have been curious because going to work would mean a new environment, a new routine, and most importantly, new people.
Walking along the cold, damp snow, I grasped the fact that I was either walking to my doom or my desire. As I approached the tormenting, ancient building; my eyes gawped upon the name – ‘Frank Richardson School’. “I’m going to be enslaved here…for 2 whole weeks!” thinking to myself, simultaneously; judging about whatever beneficial things that can occur. As I stepped in to the building, silence greeted me! With unsure steps, I continued to walk along the reception. The reception was really organised, the chairs were sitting on the left clinging on to the vibrantly exhibited walls of children’s work. On the right displayed the golden, sparkling trophy that mounted in pride on the shelves displaying their vibrant glow to the visitors. Separating the reception and main school stood a sky blue wooden door, old and studded with large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway of a vast, dull corridor. Near that door existed a stainless white, wooden entrance displayed with a golden, flashing plate stating
Have you ever been imprisoned for 7 hours a day for 2 whole weeks as well as not been paid a single penny? Well, I have and I’ll tell you what it feels like.
The previous day was really delightful as it was hurling billions of snow however the world of work awaits me tomorrow. Work experience day has arrived! It started with an unfriendly, icy, depressing day in late January – It was undoubtedly the worst day of the whole year and this caused my nerves to tingle down my backbone causing me to tremble every second. As I sluggishly, strolled along Craft Street, I can feel the wind wrapping its bitter arms around me. There were a lot of things going through my mind now; I was experiencing emotions such as excitement and curiosity, Excitement because I was looking forward to work experience and meeting the new faces. I would have been curious because going to work would mean a new environment, a new routine, and most importantly, new people.
Walking along the cold, damp snow, I grasped the fact that I was either walking to my doom or my desire. As I approached the tormenting, ancient building; my eyes gawped upon the name – ‘Frank Richardson School’. “I’m going to be enslaved here…for 2 whole weeks!” thinking to myself, simultaneously; judging about whatever beneficial things that can occur. As I stepped in to the building, silence greeted me! With unsure steps, I continued to walk along the reception. The reception was really organised, the chairs were sitting on the left clinging on to the vibrantly exhibited walls of children’s work. On the right displayed the golden, sparkling trophy that mounted in pride on the shelves displaying their vibrant glow to the visitors. Separating the reception and main school stood a sky blue wooden door, old and studded with large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway of a vast, dull corridor. Near that door existed a stainless white, wooden entrance displayed with a golden, flashing plate stating