Kerill Skorokhodov – Monologue

I’m sitting in class with my stomach yelling at me, begging me to feed it. Oh how wonderful it would be to take a bite of a sandwich, sip of coffee, and just relax, probably even take a really long nap. But nope, I have a 8:15 class in the subject I despise the most. I guess I’m just going to have to suck it up if it’ll help me get a good career and further along my future. Ah, the future. I miss the days when I was just a small boy. Nothing to worry about, nothing to take care off, just do what I wanted to do. Looking back now to those days, it is like being a king. Although I’ve never actually begged my parents to get me anything, nor was problematic in anyway. But never the less, now I’ve fallen down to earth, just like the rest of us. College bound with tons of work to take care of, tons of obligations to have. Falling, that word seems to send chills down my body. I always wondered why I’m so afraid of heights. How does one even get a fear like this? When ever I am up high, I feel as if I’ll fall, especially when looking over a ledge. Which doesn’t make any sense because I love the trill of a roller coaster. Never mind all of this, I have to get back to paying attention to class. And that breakfast I skipped this morning.
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