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So i was going through my yearbook these past couple of days (dont ask why) and i found this (english) paper - assuming it was english anyways - tucked away folded in half inside my senior yearbook... And honestly reading it now - I fell in love with it .... here it is - -------
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Lying in a nice soft, comfortable bed; listening to the alarm clock making its sound; thinking to herself, “another week of hell to deal with, but the weekend was just too cool”. What seemed like ten minutes was really thirty minutes; she was running late for school. Searching through her dresser drawers and closet, not caring what she wore to that place that seemed to be so awful to her. She finally found the perfect thing to wear, black! After getting dressed, putting her make-up on, and brushing her hair; she looked in the mirror quick and thought, “Perfect, I look like one of those creepy dead guys in a scary movie”.
Racing out the door to jump in her car, she did not even think about eating breakfast. Trying to rush to school yet taking it slow, she did not realize how hazy and foggy it was that morning. Although, traffic was reasonably good, thinking to herself “maybe I should be late more often”.
Getting to her first class twenty minutes late, she slowly walked in making the teacher and the rest of her classmates believe that she just plainly did not care how late she really was.
As her day went on, her day got worse. Thinking, “I thought High School was supposed to be the best days of your life?” Realizing, she was daydreaming throughout the hallways and nearly becoming road kill at the same time. As she opens her locker she looks at what class she has next, it was one of her favorite classes of the day, Theology.
Wanting to keep the image that she has going for herself, she strolls into class and again being about ten minutes late. Putter her head down to make it look like she sleeps through class, she truly is listening to every word the man up front is saying.
After hearing the man talk for quite some time, she hears silence; and soon feels a tap on her shoulder. Feeling as small as an ant, she looks up, seeing the man who was speaking up front, the teacher, standing next to her; he hands her a book, the book did look interesting but after having her head down for that ten maybe fifteen minutes she did not realize how tired she actually was. Deciding to give the book a chance, she started reading the first chapter, half way through she noticed she was not able to concentrate because the teacher who was sitting behind her at his desk on the computer tends to type too loud.
Turning around, facing him, and watching his fingers move across the keyboard so quickly, watching in awe. Before looking up, she noticed his fingers stopped; he noticed that she was watching and motioned her to turn back around.
Unable to keep her mind on the book again, she started daydreaming again; about the awesome parties that happened over the past weekend; by the end of the weekend, she was completely wasted. Wondering to herself, how in the world did she get home, and how do her parents not know about it.
Hearing the bell ring in the background, she noticed that she was stuck on the same page for fifteen minutes straight, in the first chapter still. Unlike the other students, he or she was at the end of the second chapter or maybe even the beginning of the third chapter. To lazy to get up, she decided to stay in the classroom during lunch hour, thinking that it would probably be better to hang out with the teacher that she admires most than those people does she dare call “friends” in the cafeteria. She never cared for them to begin with so what is the point? Finishing the school day off with two more classes left, she races through those classes just like all the other classes. The last bell of the day rings and she finally gets to go home. Going home meant dealing with the parents but it also meant sleeping in that nice comfortable bed. Besides, she was starving she did not eat lunch or breakfast.
Wishing home was a lot better place to be than it really was, but it was definitely better than that place people liked to call “High School”.
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Lying in a nice soft, comfortable bed; listening to the alarm clock making its sound; thinking to herself, “another week of hell to deal with, but the weekend was just too cool”. What seemed like ten minutes was really thirty minutes; she was running late for school. Searching through her dresser drawers and closet, not caring what she wore to that place that seemed to be so awful to her. She finally found the perfect thing to wear, black! After getting dressed, putting her make-up on, and brushing her hair; she looked in the mirror quick and thought, “Perfect, I look like one of those creepy dead guys in a scary movie”.
Racing out the door to jump in her car, she did not even think about eating breakfast. Trying to rush to school yet taking it slow, she did not realize how hazy and foggy it was that morning. Although, traffic was reasonably good, thinking to herself “maybe I should be late more often”.
Getting to her first class twenty minutes late, she slowly walked in making the teacher and the rest of her classmates believe that she just plainly did not care how late she really was.
As her day went on, her day got worse. Thinking, “I thought High School was supposed to be the best days of your life?” Realizing, she was daydreaming throughout the hallways and nearly becoming road kill at the same time. As she opens her locker she looks at what class she has next, it was one of her favorite classes of the day, Theology.
Wanting to keep the image that she has going for herself, she strolls into class and again being about ten minutes late. Putter her head down to make it look like she sleeps through class, she truly is listening to every word the man up front is saying.
After hearing the man talk for quite some time, she hears silence; and soon feels a tap on her shoulder. Feeling as small as an ant, she looks up, seeing the man who was speaking up front, the teacher, standing next to her; he hands her a book, the book did look interesting but after having her head down for that ten maybe fifteen minutes she did not realize how tired she actually was. Deciding to give the book a chance, she started reading the first chapter, half way through she noticed she was not able to concentrate because the teacher who was sitting behind her at his desk on the computer tends to type too loud.
Turning around, facing him, and watching his fingers move across the keyboard so quickly, watching in awe. Before looking up, she noticed his fingers stopped; he noticed that she was watching and motioned her to turn back around.
Unable to keep her mind on the book again, she started daydreaming again; about the awesome parties that happened over the past weekend; by the end of the weekend, she was completely wasted. Wondering to herself, how in the world did she get home, and how do her parents not know about it.
Hearing the bell ring in the background, she noticed that she was stuck on the same page for fifteen minutes straight, in the first chapter still. Unlike the other students, he or she was at the end of the second chapter or maybe even the beginning of the third chapter. To lazy to get up, she decided to stay in the classroom during lunch hour, thinking that it would probably be better to hang out with the teacher that she admires most than those people does she dare call “friends” in the cafeteria. She never cared for them to begin with so what is the point? Finishing the school day off with two more classes left, she races through those classes just like all the other classes. The last bell of the day rings and she finally gets to go home. Going home meant dealing with the parents but it also meant sleeping in that nice comfortable bed. Besides, she was starving she did not eat lunch or breakfast.
Wishing home was a lot better place to be than it really was, but it was definitely better than that place people liked to call “High School”.