Groundhog Day
I am, by large part, a creature of habit. My routine, at least on school days, is exactly the same. Wake up. Shower, usually without clothes on, shampoo and soap the exact same number of times. If I shampoo once, I use soap once. Shampoo twice, soap twice... etc. Usually I'll go to my room and check e-mail (or just delete all the spams, since that's usually all I have). I get dressed. If I have time to eat, it's cheerios. Always cheerios. I try my hardest not to commit homicide on the way to school (both on the road and in my car), but it's tough. If I make it through the journey without any tickets, I feel relieved. I make the trek to school from Westmoreland, only walking on certain sides of certain cars, depending on that day's whim. People in the way be damned. Just ask Layman. I don't go to my locker before first hour because I really don't care about Environmental Science. If I feel it absolutely necessary, I get my American History books before 2nd hour. I try and make it through Environmental Science without sleeping, American History without killing Matthew Yetman or Anthony Cane, and Religion without not finishing any homework I failed to do the night before. Lunch. I sit in the same spot on the same table every single day. Bob to my left, Kelly on the end, and Layman across from me. We all do the math homework that we failed to do both the night before and also in Religion class. Mrs. Naquin, our 8th grade math teacher will usually come harass us about having our math books out and doing homework when we could have done it the night before. This is a waste of my time. I could have gotten another problem done. After we get thrown out of the union so the lunch duty slackers can finish up, I sit in the courtyard with everyone and do absolutely nothing, unless I think about how much the next four periods are going to suck. Fifth period is accounting. Depending on what day it is, I spend the prayer time in that class wondering if Blair is going to park outside my window so I can see her and Lucy. She never does, but I still have faith in her. Mrs. Terracina will yell at me for looking outside the window during prayer. "But Mrs Terracina, I was just trying to appreciate the beautiful day God has given us." And the beautiful girls, too. After Mrs. Terrracina has robbed me of fifty minutes of my precious teenage life, I either scurry off to see Lucy/Blair/Jori or trudge off to Pre-Calculus-H, where I am continuously reminded that "there is an H behind my name." Only, mine stands for "Handicapped mathematically." If I survive math class without a nervous breakdown, it's off to the fine arts building. English class. I always drink water from the water fountain right next to the classroom. It's just my routine. One time I forgot, and I almost lost it. Thank God Mrs Audiffred is kind of understanding. So then there's Spanish IV. The end of the day with Spanish. I hate the scheduler who gave me that. Usually my shoes are off my feet less then 10 seconds after I enter the room. The desks are always arranged to where I don't like them. I want four desks in my row, not five. So I reaarange the desks, take off my shoes, and sit in some sort of pseudo-yoga/indian-style position in my desk where I wait for 50 minutes to pass by. It's tough, but I try. I don't even sleep. After Spanish, I usually go to my locker, spend about 6 or 7 minutes in the mall, and then leave. I pick up Lucy, Rachel, and Leigh Beth, and then try really hard again not to commit homicide in either the car or on the road. I usually spend the time after I get home livejournal-ing and myspace-ing. Or looking at ESPN.com. After that, I watch Jeopardy. By then it's 5:00, and time for me to start thinking about not doing my homework. The rest of my day is wasted between sporting events and other worthless forms of television. Or perhaps also AIM. Sometimes I'll do my homework around this time, but not usually. Bedtime usually falls in between 12 and 1, lately with me falling asleep while watching A Beautiful Mind. Then I wake up, and it's the same thing all over again.