Sometimes, people are tempted to think that they are the center of the universe. The freedom associated with caring and being concerned about others is a foreign concept for some, even though it may not be complete. For some of you, it may just be that you read David Wallace's 'This Is Water' and now want to not think of yourself, well I'm here to help you with that. The rest of the essay is just going to be one interesting rant about my daily day and you guys are going to read it, for some reason.
Well, to start I get the daily student requirement of sleep- 4 hours, and it makes sense because when given the choice between a good, healthy, regular amount of sleep and stressing yourself out studying for 900 tests and another 500 pages of homework, any sane person would choose the latter. It's just common sense. Anyway, I'm getting off track, so after I wake up, which by the way I use very loosely because I could fall asleep on any flat surface in an hour range, I energetically make my way out of my house, dragging my feet to the bus stop and waiting for the bus. The second the clock struck 6:40, almost instantaneously the bus appeared in front of us, and cohesively we all made our way onto the bus, sitting according to the unsaid seating chart. Plugging in my earphones I play loud music, hoping that some of the energy from the song would magically transfer into myself, although I think that would be a bad idea because beat drops would cause weird drops in my mood- we don't want that. I think that it works because I could actually form words and talk coherently, which honestly never fails to feel like an accomplishment.
The real interesting story starts when the clock strikes 7:20. See I believe every story has that one weirdly specific time when the entire life of the protagonist changes. Mine is the same, just instead of my life, it's just my day. If my life was a teen drama, I would rush into class late, as my perfectly imperfect hair flies behind me, with a well-coordinated outfit, but unfortunately, I was just late. Anyway I trudged through the day my bad getting heavier and heavier, and my plans with my friends getting fainter and fainter until they didn't exist, but hey who cares about social life when you have the possibility of maybe getting into U of M. I remember all the fantasies I had about lunch in high school when I was India, and then the excitement when I first arrived to high school, but here I am, scribbling sentences that barely make sense in Spanish, I because honestly, who gave Spanish the right to have so many different conjugations with so many different verbs being irregular. After the aforementioned class, I skip my way to my absolute favorite class- English. We were going to analyze another essay, which would reveal to me that 'because' actually represented the author's will to live. Who knew. Anyway, after spending another hour in school, I leave for home. Freedom.
No. As soon as I get back home the different homework I have made their way into my head. My friend calls me and tells me that we should hang out. My Calculus textbook almost mocks me, as if saying 'hahaha you are going to prioritize me, I own your life. Mwahahaha' Makes sense it is true after all. So I resign myself to my fate and start doing my 'investments to the future', and when the clock strikes 1:00, I finally finish all of it and fall asleep. Can't wait for tomorrow.
Well, to start I get the daily student requirement of sleep- 4 hours, and it makes sense because when given the choice between a good, healthy, regular amount of sleep and stressing yourself out studying for 900 tests and another 500 pages of homework, any sane person would choose the latter. It's just common sense. Anyway, I'm getting off track, so after I wake up, which by the way I use very loosely because I could fall asleep on any flat surface in an hour range, I energetically make my way out of my house, dragging my feet to the bus stop and waiting for the bus. The second the clock struck 6:40, almost instantaneously the bus appeared in front of us, and cohesively we all made our way onto the bus, sitting according to the unsaid seating chart. Plugging in my earphones I play loud music, hoping that some of the energy from the song would magically transfer into myself, although I think that would be a bad idea because beat drops would cause weird drops in my mood- we don't want that. I think that it works because I could actually form words and talk coherently, which honestly never fails to feel like an accomplishment.
The real interesting story starts when the clock strikes 7:20. See I believe every story has that one weirdly specific time when the entire life of the protagonist changes. Mine is the same, just instead of my life, it's just my day. If my life was a teen drama, I would rush into class late, as my perfectly imperfect hair flies behind me, with a well-coordinated outfit, but unfortunately, I was just late. Anyway I trudged through the day my bad getting heavier and heavier, and my plans with my friends getting fainter and fainter until they didn't exist, but hey who cares about social life when you have the possibility of maybe getting into U of M. I remember all the fantasies I had about lunch in high school when I was India, and then the excitement when I first arrived to high school, but here I am, scribbling sentences that barely make sense in Spanish, I because honestly, who gave Spanish the right to have so many different conjugations with so many different verbs being irregular. After the aforementioned class, I skip my way to my absolute favorite class- English. We were going to analyze another essay, which would reveal to me that 'because' actually represented the author's will to live. Who knew. Anyway, after spending another hour in school, I leave for home. Freedom.
No. As soon as I get back home the different homework I have made their way into my head. My friend calls me and tells me that we should hang out. My Calculus textbook almost mocks me, as if saying 'hahaha you are going to prioritize me, I own your life. Mwahahaha' Makes sense it is true after all. So I resign myself to my fate and start doing my 'investments to the future', and when the clock strikes 1:00, I finally finish all of it and fall asleep. Can't wait for tomorrow.
I really loved how you wrote this piece in such an informal, casual tone. It really helps relate to the reader and understand your true thoughts and feelings. I also appreciate how you emphasize the stressors that we high schoolers face, whether it's college apps, or maintaining a good GPA: it all accumulates into a level of importance that shouldn't be emphasized... but it is.
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