What we do for our Media AS levels...

Picture the scene, it's 2:00, there are three 16 year old's patiently waiting at Sevenoaks Station for their train to Headcorn. They are excited, with an optimistic outlook on life and an enthusiasm for their educational endeavors...

This optimism continued throughout the day, as the children were joined by two others and set off to film coursework at an abandoned care home.

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The children decided to shoot the last few scenes quickly, as it was getting colder and darker and they had run out of Haribo and Chewitts, they resolved to head back to the train station and get on the 5:15 train from Headcorn back to the safety and warmth of their loving homes...

5:05 - Happy that the children had missioned it sufficiently to the station and arrived with time to spare, they stop to buy chocolate from the vending machine, happy with their lives in the knowledge that within the hour they would be home. Sarah checks the train time and notes that the train standing at platform 2 heads to Charing Cross and, ultimately, home. Her lack of social and cognitive functioning leads Sarah to forget about this information as the group set off for platform 1, laughing at the stupid train that was standing at platform 2 for ages. "Stupid train... not going anywhere... we are so much better than that train ... that train should bow down to us in our intellectual capacity"

5:13 and 55 seconds... the children sit in a shelter opposite the train heading to Sevenoaks and watch as it slowly pulls away, thinking nothing of it but counting down the final few seconds until it has finally left out of mundane boredom.

No trains pull into platform 2.

5:20 - no further trains pull into platform 2.

Tabs checks her phone and informs the group that their train should be at 5:14 , on platform 2. This sinks in, as the children realised they would have to wait another hour until they could begin to get home. Sad, sad times.

After 20 minutes of a limited game of eye-spy (by limited i mean we had the few options of "staff only door" and "salt bin"), the chavs turned up, ruining our innocent laughter and hilarity. They threw rocks at us. It was probably because Jessie's face looked like this -

After the chavs left, their night out at Headcorn Train Station undoubtedly ruined because they could sense the Shakespeare radiating from Alice's phone, we stayed in our shelter. We feared they would return and would find us trespassing on their side of the station, the infamous Platform 2. The train arrived, good times, and the group crossed quickly to the correct side of the station and hopped on :). But Tabs could not relax - could you with this next to you?

Tired, cold, hungry and bored, the children rode home, listening to an angry Irish woman claiming she doesn't have to buy train tickets because of her two children (we did not see any children... awkward), attempting to high five a conductor but wimping out and rationing out Skittles and Dairy Milk. Tabs arrived home at 7:00. She almost missed dinner.