A Long Day.

 A Long Day.


    The alarm blares loud and early, I wake up to turn it off, only to go back into my bed. In what seems like 30 seconds, that devilish noise is ringing throughout my room once again, but when looking at the clock I realize I've clicked snooze 3 times, and I'm already running late. I run to the bathroom in a hurry, sprint past the kitchen and drink half a glass of milk as my breakfast, only to arrive to my car with a frosted over window. I turn on the defroster and race to my two friends house to pick them up, and I finally arrive to school with barley anytime to spare. After surviving the daily morning Troy High parking lot fiasco, the worst of the day is still to come, with 6 and a half hours of grueling class time lays ahead of me. I push through the first three hours, running off a couple hours of sleep and a half glass of milk, just have a whole hour until my designated lunch time. As I sit in fourth hour zoning out focused on nothing but the empty void seemingly growing in my stomach, time passes in 0.25 times speed. As soon as C lunch arrives, it seems to leave just as quick. Before I even get to take a seat, talk to my friends, or eat my food, the clock reads 11:57. I shove my chicken sandwich down just slow enough so I don't choke, and lug my big heavy backpack down to the first floor to sit in precalculus for an hour; a class which I don't understand what's going on. After struggling to understand the class, I head to AP Computer Science Principles, a class that really interests me, and I look forward to. Unfortunately, just like lunch. The class finishes in a flash. As I face my second parking lot fiasco of the day, I finally make it home and just want to take a short nap, but I'm met with all sorts of requests from my mother and father, and a long lecture about something we've been over several times before. Later in the evening after suffering through all my homework, I am treated with practice, I can go, have fun, and be myself for 2 hours on the field with my teammates. I make it home tired and hungry, and I am met once again by my parents rushing me to get to bed quick. Almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, I hear that hell sent alarm tone. Here we go again.

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  1. Ryan ChristensenSeptember 15, 2024 at 11:55 AM

    Lots of very good description throughout that adds to the imagery and really makes you feel the grueling schedule as if its your own. Connecting back to the alarm at the end symbolizing a loop really nails the sad reality of being stuck doing the same stuff every day. It was a good spin on the rant/timeline given in "This is Water"

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  2. Joseph LindholmSeptember 15, 2024 at 12:31 PM

    I can relate to this post a lot. In fact its pretty much the same for me, little sleep, boring classes pass by very slowly, fun classes seem like 20 mins, and of course the parking lot. While reading this piece i was actually intrigued at what he was saying, the putting together of this was amazing great imagery, descriptive words, and appealing to your audience. I believe that you did everything great good job!

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