I’m lying awake in bed before my alarm every goes off, just waiting. I don’t want to get out of bed. I just want to sleep but I can’t. Once my alarm- PYT by Michael Jackson- does go off my heart races. Even though I’ve been awake for a good forty minutes, I am still not prepared for the break of silence. Once I finally get the energy to get out of bed, I walk to my closet. Dress? Jeans? Sweatshirt? Long or short sleeve? I choose jeans and a Dave Matthews concert t-shirt. I jump in a quick shower to wake myself up, blow-dry my hair and eat breakfast. Pancakes with syrup and bacon. I take my time, hoping that some miracle will occur and I will not have to go to school today. The miracle never comes.
Seven-thirty. I rush out of my house blasting Dave Matthews through my car. “Dancing Nannies” is a great beginning to the day. I arrive at school just on time, three minutes to walk to class. I go to statistics first; math is not my subject. I try to listen but often zone out, thankful when the bell rings signaling that the class is over. My next class I enjoy: photography. Watching the image magically appear when the paper is placed in the developer is one of my favorite things. I love seeing my photos come to life. Next is morning meeting, a series of announcements that often string together as one. Often times there are some that generate laughter from the entire student body. From there I head home. Often times I relax and watch tv; sometimes I blast music through my house and just lie on my bed getting lost in the sound.
Once its time to return to school for afternoon classes, I hurry back so I’m not late. The afternoon classes go by quickly; class discussions, power points and note taking. At the end of the day I return back home. I slowly do my homework while texting, listening to music and talking to my family. I multitask pretty much the whole time which makes homework take even longer but I don’t care. I eat dinner with my family and talk about my day. Then I return to my room, and putz around before getting in bed and slowly fall asleep.
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Attagirl, the alternation between the day's highs and lows makes this piece work well. The magic of photography set against the less appealing study of mathematics. Maybe you could have used a 3rd person narrator as Solzhenitsyn did, but it's a nice piece regardless.
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