There’s a blank page, I’ve been staring at, not knowing whom I’m writing to. I glance around maybe him, or her or the barista but I can’t decide.
I’ll start with my wake up to the crisp fall air, glancing at the clock to see if I can squeeze an extra five minutes of sleep. But once again it’s the same morning routine just like it was through junior high then high school and now college. But this year it is different, new friends, new route to school, new schedule and just a new environment.
Uff… School.
Used to be fun when we had playtime and snacks; and oh let’s not forget naps.
Haha… Getting a sufficient amount of sleep isn’t possible. It’s like we are always stuck in the triangle with three possibilities a social life, being successful in school and getting a sufficient amount of rest but we only have time for two of the three. How can we seem to manage all that, I guess we have to cut out anything useless, so goodbye friends that I never really cared for, goodbye going out often with friends, goodbye to ANY fun I could imagine. That’s just how I feel sometimes as I strive to balance everything I want. But in the end I don’t think I’m capable of doing that.
So, as I sit through class I see all of what is going on. Just like any first week things weren’t bad. I mean finally I didn’t have to sit filling out delaney cards but I do get to sit next to complete strangers. What makes that worse is that neither of us talks for the next weeks, not one word. Not having a conversation with the person sitting next to is horrible for a person who can talk for ages. It even feels awkward asking for a pen.
But the professors aren’t that bad…
Not until their voices begin to sound monotone and as your eyes decide to pull the covers over.
Suddenly I’m wide-eyed and fully functioning, why is that?
Possibly it’s the loud, gurgling and rumbling sound coming from my stomach. Suddenly I bolt up, look beside my neighbors to see if they noticed but of course they did. How could they not hear the obnoxious loud sound coming from my stomach it’s not like their was a car honking in the middle of class.
I sit back, suddenly I’m warm, I take off my jacket and feel my skin flush with color and hope my stomach doesn’t growl again.
I try to distract myself, I look over and see a girl in those heeled boots thinking how could she possibly daily feel comfortable like that, oh that guy is in a suit as always. I begin to think of what I should get done today: go to the cleaners, read that chapter for psychology, study for that history quiz, and work on my English essay and can’t forget that power nap. Oh hey I see people from my block.
Okay so I think it’s time to get back to focus. I pick up my pen maybe I’ll take some notes. I look down at my paper and glance at my nails. Today, I’m proud of how they look, freshly manicured just how I like it. So now I REALLY should focus in class… okay one last thing, I remember I have a snack in my bag, well there must be one somewhere in their. So now I dig through my bag, no doubt having those around me think what could I carry in their, as I take out my water, a granola bar and maybe some pretzels. So I think my stomach is satisfied now. Okay Mr. Professor please go on now with this lesson now.