October 3, 2006
5:00 A.M., and again at 5:10 A.M.
I did not have a pleasant night. Two words, LEG CRAMP. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Surprisingly I was able to get back to sleep for a couple of hours before 5:00. Five is my normal time to wake up, but I needed just a little more sleep. So I hit the snooze and did as the button said for about ten more minutes.
Same old morning routine of stumbling around the house, but this time I had no pants to wear. Only shorts. Shorts in cold morning weather are never good. Thankfully the temp outside was 50 degrees (warm for that time of the morning.) And so I walked out into the darkness of 6:10 in the morning. Arrived at the bus stop on time, but there was a problem. My bus pass was expired and I needed to pick up a new one. I’d needed to do it for a few days.
I managed to talk my way onto the bus, and was soon headed to school. The morning bus ride is always so peaceful, hardly anyone is on, and you have time to yourself. I got off at my stop and walked to the band hall.
Upon going up the stairs, I heard a resounding cry of “GUR” from my friend Alfredo. We sat around out side of the choir room and waited for jazz choir to start. Notice I don’t have a problem with jazz choir, that’s because jazz choir does not involve carrying a heavy instrument. Jazz choir went well, as it usually does, because everyone is brain dead and so there isn’t much expected (that and we are all very talented.)
It was a 2-4-6 day, so I moved on to math. Honors Algebra 2. Ugh. The only good part about math that day was the scheduled fire alarm that everyone knew about. From math we went on to “advisory.” One of the crappiest and most useless classes ever. Mrs. Brown, the crazy southern Jew, teaches my advisory class. I don’t have any thing against crazy, the South, or Judaism, but altogether it’s kind of weird.
After forty five minutes that I’m never getting back it was time to move onto a bigger waste of time, world history. Taught by the student teacher named Mr. Baker. The class wasn’t that bad, we watched A Tale Of Two Cities and messed around for practically the entire period, not a complete loss at all.
For lunch, I went up into the library and played tanks with my friends. Because my friends and me are easily excited, we were shushed multiple times and almost were kicked out, but it was fun anyway.
From lunch, we went on to the class of eternal pointlessness, English. We took a simple vocab quiz, and because I finished first, I was granted the privilege of getting the ScanTron from first floor. It was fun, I was able to use the faculty elevators and take my time. I entered the class to find everyone studying our poetry book Spoon River Anthology.
School overall that day was a complete waste. I even forgot to get my new bus pass, so I had to bum change off a freshman (talk about degrading.)
Things didn’t improve when I came home. I had forgotten to plug the phone line back in when I went to bed, and as a result was grounded from the internet for a day. With a lack of better things, I checked to see if I had anything due on Wednesday. I didn’t so instead of working ahead, I sprawled out on the couch and watched TV. That pleasure could only last so long though, for soon I had to leave for band practice.
I was told that it was going to be a full dress rehearsal, so I came wearing my gym shorts, dinkles, and black socks. Turned out that since there was a chance of rain our director decided against marching in uniform. So, for two and a half hours, I marched in some of the thinnest clothing ever. I was not a happy camper, and desperate to get home so I could release my stress into my world of music.
At 9:21, I arrived home and plugged into my computer. While I was trying to degauss myself of stress, my parents became engaged in an argument. Something about money, I tend not to try to find out what the arguments are about. Soon I was at peace with basically everything in the universe (except for emos), and I decided it was about time to hit the hay.
10:10 P.M.
October 4, 2006
5:30 A.M.
A late morning. Late mornings are never good. Late mornings usually result in being late for the bus, and being late for the bus sucks. Big time. I new that I had to use the forbidden drink. Wired 294 Triple Caffeine. After a few sips I was awake, but I knew that I had to go beyond awake. I had to go Wired.
I was halfway through the can when the effects kicked in, and I knew that I had to eat and quickly. So after scarfing down a bowl of raisin bran and a hard-boiled egg I felt the effects kick in. My brain and speech speeds spiked. Taking the rest of the Wired and pouring it into an empty water bottle, I near ran to the bus stop.
Today I had come prepared with the thirty-five cent bus fare ready, and I had set a reminder on my cell to get my bus pass. On the bus ride I was a little more… awake than I’ve ever been, resulting in some slight twitches and attention to everything.
On the way up to Jazz Choir, I noticed two things. 1. My water bottle had re-pressurized. 2. The Wired looked like an alcoholic beverage. Having noticed these two things, I immediately chugged the remaining beverage and threw the bottle into the nearest park garbage can, and I realized another interesting thing. Wired is better when it was flat.
I arrived at the choir room to find it open, and proceeded to have one of the best Jazz Choir practices ever. We did mainly Jazz improv., which is always fun when it is taken seriously. I also demonstrated some of the blues songs I had learned from my dad, which made a big impression upon all of my peers and my teacher.
After Jazz Choir was band. Band does not deserve mentioning. Someone locked my locker, and I couldn’t remember it. Then my director threatened to place a nail in a place on my tenor that would give me a groin injury if I didn’t hold the instrument properly.
After crappy band we went on to math, where the energy punched me in the face like Mike Tyson. I had it all, the slight trembling, the impulsivity, the fast talking, and the mood swings. It was rather enjoyable.
Once math was done, I practically ran to science. We had a sub, meaning that nothing was accomplished but conversations.
Alas, soon fun time was over, and we had to move onto history. We watched more of A Tale Of Two Cities, and I got the chance to sketch one of my peers. Every once in awhile I get the perfect viewpoint for a sketch, and they hold still long enough for me to get a good sketch. I know I’m pretty good because I’ve been complemented on it a few times, however I just can’t draw faces, I need to work on that.
We didn’t get around to finishing the movie, so we were released to lunch, which was as usual uneventful.
Spanish was slightly interesting. For the past week, we’ve had someone pull the fire alarm just as 5th period starts. Today they did it twice. I think that it’s an organized group, if it was one person they would’ve been caught by then.
The actual class period was a boring test, and English wasn’t anymore eventful. We were given “time to work” which meant “act like you’re working and talk.”
After school was the worst time for me. It turns out for JUST the month of October I had to have picked up my bus pass before September ended. Bastards… I had to bum bus fare off of the librarians.
When I got home, I actually had to do homework, which didn’t take me long, I just had to recopy some things. My mom soon found out about my bus pass issue and went ballistic, she was planning to talk to the transportation department about it. I enjoyed a rather quiet evening, however, my friend Christopher and his had-a-stroke-when-he-was-a-baby-so-he's-a-little-slow brother stopped by for haircuts from my mom, she gives the free to friends of the family.
After that I sat around on my butt listening to music and surfing the net, until I finally had to go to bed.
10:00 P.M.
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