GED Test Day #1
6:27AM my projection clock reads. I hear the bleeping of the alarm and sit up. The red laser is in my eye. "I don't want to get up." I say aloud. But I get up anyway, I have to if I want to be done with high school. "2 years of prep boils down to this," I thought as I stumbled out to the bathroom. "Let's make this count."
The shower was so relaxing. It felt like a hundred heated massaging beads pounding my back. I didn't want to get out. The knob in my wet hand was freezing cold as I turned it slowly off. I stepped out of the shower and a curtain of cold air hit me like a piano from a ten story morgue. I quickly rushed to my towel and shivered while I looked for where I had absent mindedly put my clothes down.
"2 NEW EMAIL CONVERSATION" read the pop up from google talk. I had an email from Petra. "Today's going to be a good day," I whispered while a smile spread on my face. "Today's going to be alright afterall."
DING. The light had come on for low fuel on the dash. I quickly flipped through the settings on the rearview mirror console to see how much farther I could go until the car would quit on me. "33 miles til empty." I let off the gas and practically coasted all the way to Hopkins Street. "Move your lazy ***," I read off the lips of a middle aged man in a red pick up. I continued to sing praises to God as I moved down the road.
"You're finished already? You're free to go. Just be back at 12:45." I stepped outside for my 2 hour lunch break and sat in the car. "What is this politcal cartoon saying?" "It's saying GO HOME." I got restless so I decided to text Chris. "There's an adult education prom." I told him. It made me laugh to think that there would be 18 year old drop outs mixed in with 40 year old ex-cons at a dance. Slightly grotesque to think so, but whatever.
"What da **** mutha******?!" I saw running and a few people screamed. The cop came and broke it up before it escalated anymore. He sent the two home. A couple of girls were yelling, a few others laughing, and some who pretended like nothing was going on at all. I could feel the love.
"19 miles til empty" came the taunting text of the console. I could swear it spoke aloud saying "I want your soul too." I refused to let the console win, so I let off the gas most the way home. Old ladies in their Buick's were passing me yelling "hit the gas whipersnapper!" The console will never win. Not today.
1:57PM read my projection clock. It seemed to call out saying, "Welcome home." Home is a blessed place if God's in the center of it. Don't take it for granted.
Seahawks are in the Superbowl, I only have one more day of Richard Arnold and I'm THROUGH, I have the guitar of my dreams, I have a loving family. God is good.
The shower was so relaxing. It felt like a hundred heated massaging beads pounding my back. I didn't want to get out. The knob in my wet hand was freezing cold as I turned it slowly off. I stepped out of the shower and a curtain of cold air hit me like a piano from a ten story morgue. I quickly rushed to my towel and shivered while I looked for where I had absent mindedly put my clothes down.
"2 NEW EMAIL CONVERSATION" read the pop up from google talk. I had an email from Petra. "Today's going to be a good day," I whispered while a smile spread on my face. "Today's going to be alright afterall."
DING. The light had come on for low fuel on the dash. I quickly flipped through the settings on the rearview mirror console to see how much farther I could go until the car would quit on me. "33 miles til empty." I let off the gas and practically coasted all the way to Hopkins Street. "Move your lazy ***," I read off the lips of a middle aged man in a red pick up. I continued to sing praises to God as I moved down the road.
"You're finished already? You're free to go. Just be back at 12:45." I stepped outside for my 2 hour lunch break and sat in the car. "What is this politcal cartoon saying?" "It's saying GO HOME." I got restless so I decided to text Chris. "There's an adult education prom." I told him. It made me laugh to think that there would be 18 year old drop outs mixed in with 40 year old ex-cons at a dance. Slightly grotesque to think so, but whatever.
"What da **** mutha******?!" I saw running and a few people screamed. The cop came and broke it up before it escalated anymore. He sent the two home. A couple of girls were yelling, a few others laughing, and some who pretended like nothing was going on at all. I could feel the love.
"19 miles til empty" came the taunting text of the console. I could swear it spoke aloud saying "I want your soul too." I refused to let the console win, so I let off the gas most the way home. Old ladies in their Buick's were passing me yelling "hit the gas whipersnapper!" The console will never win. Not today.
1:57PM read my projection clock. It seemed to call out saying, "Welcome home." Home is a blessed place if God's in the center of it. Don't take it for granted.
Seahawks are in the Superbowl, I only have one more day of Richard Arnold and I'm THROUGH, I have the guitar of my dreams, I have a loving family. God is good.