10-02-2006, 11:52 PM
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International Baccalaureate, Google it, and scream
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Re: [Or] An Experiment In Reality
October 2, 2006
6:20 A.M.
I didn’t wake up with any happy or philosophical thoughts. I woke up to sleeping in twenty minutes. Not pleasant.
Showers in the morning aren’t pleasant either, especially when they are rushed. You’ve just woken up, and you step into the shower, and just stand there. You aren’t conscious enough to enjoy it, so you stand there like a zombie. You only wake up when you get out of the shower, and only because of how cold it is out in the rest of the house. I stumbled through the darkness of my house into the laundry room and rifled through my clothes until I found something fit for wearing. A pair of gray nylon pants with crappy pockets and a red shirt with the words “Hi, I don’t care, thanks!” emblazoned across them.
I wandered into the living room and packed my bag for school our 1-3-5 day, removing my math work. Having that accomplished, I realized that I had about ten minutes before I needed to leave, and promptly fell asleep on the couch for the remaining time. At 7:10 I ventured out into the 40 degree city with my fish hat on my head, a backpack on my back, and a tenor saxophone in my hand. I had almost forgotten my green peanut butter, but I grabbed it at the last moment.
The walk to the bus stop isn’t that long, it’s just really creepy and cold, and very tiresome while carrying a tenor sax. I made it to the bus stop on time and got on. I don’t like riding the busses when they are filled with other people. There are only two kinds of people who ride the bus, people who don’t have cars, and people who are to unstable to drive cars. As a result, there are a lot of weird people on the busses. Not really in the mornings, especially at 6:10 (when I normally ride the bus.) At about 6:40 I arrived at school.
I went to the band room because there was no where else to really go in the morning. I watched the “Jazz Band” “play” “music” for awhile. I hate jazz band. I had taken it the year before and I had such a bad experience I didn’t come back the next year. At 7:00 the bell rang and wind ensemble started. Wind ensemble was extremely uneventful, as was most of the school day. In science we did a simple lab involving analyzing the flames of different elements. Spanish was the high point of my day. My partner and I performed our beauty product/diet supplement commercial, and I got green peanut butter spread all over my face. I even ate some of it. It was quite tasty.
After school got out I made my way down to my bus stop and waited to be picked up. Upon entering the bus I was once again amongst the freaks of the bus. A very uncomfortable five minute bus ride later I was back home. I walked in the heat of the day to back to my house to unwind. I decided to watch Pulse, which was a live Pink Floyd concert that I had recorded off of PBS recently. I must have dozed off a couple of times while watching it, because the music jumped a couple of times.
I’m not allowed to get online until 5:00 P.M. so instead, I called Shahida. We talked for awhile, about her boyfriend, about my crush on her, about dreams and goals. Shahida and I are the people who can easily have hour long conversations. Alas, eventually she had to go do homework and I decided to do my homework the next day. So I spent the rest of my night listening to music and lying on my couch until I needed to go to bed.
10:00P.M.
A little short of my goal of 2,000 words today...
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