Winter break is over, and so are the days of waking up at noon. School is back and the nights of seemingly endless homework are just about to begin. Since reading my complaints about school isn’t the most interesting, I’ll just write an (exaggerated) account of a normal student’s (my) life. (Cause where better to post my exaggerated stories than the internet?)
6:00 am. Too early to open my eyes, too early to get out of bed. My phone alarm screams from under my pillow. “Turn it off.” I whisper, half hoping my alarm will understand me. I want to crawl back under the warmth of my blankets. But I know I have to be up and ready within a few minutes.
7:05 am. Running. I’m going to miss it. The yellow school bus turns the corner, and I’m racing to actually catch it this time. Cold air freezes my breath and turns it into silver mist. I’m finally in the bus. I greet the bus driver and sit at my normal seat, right beneath the heater. I made it.
7:45 am. The school bell rings. I’m so tired. I’m lucky to have study hall first block. Out into the freezing cold again, I speed walk to my classroom. The standard blue chairs are arranged in a circle. There are no desks, but this study never has desks anyways. Typing, typing an essay for another hour.
8:40 – 10:20 am. Math and science are back to back. I need to study for all the midterms coming up. Please be lunch soon. Math tests are graded. My heart beats a little faster then slows as I realize my grade. I need to work harder.
10:30. Art class. Finally a break. I’m quietly sitting at my desk in the corner, still thinking about math. I’m stressing out, but can’t do anything to calm myself. I take a deep breath, and try to push my disappointments out of my head. It’s hard, but finally I focus on my project.
11:15. It’s lunch, but I suddenly don’t feel hungry anymore. I sit, feeling outside of the world, alone in my thoughts, wondering if I could have done better. I talk to a few people, eat a little bit of food, but concentrate on the project I didn’t Continue reading