...and I was confident in my natural, yet inhuman skill to pass this test, even though I was pretty agitated that they had assigned me a seat at the front, where I was exposed to sniper fire. So I took my seat at the very back, where all the cool kids except those who I deem unworthy hang out. It was just me sitting back there, along with some of my honeys who have devoted their entire life to my existence.
After 3 hours of cruising through the (2.93 x 10^12) questions they had me waste my time on, I finally completed Section 1 of 4 on the test. I couldn't wait! I was halfway there to halfway there!
But as one of the lady-admins passed by to make sure I did not cheat, I heard the zzziipp of a silenced sniper round pierce the window to my side and completely miss me. I had dodged it. I ran to the door...then the beep of the small digital timer that lady-admin #2 wore around her neck stirred me from my daydream, and I proceeded to Section 2: English and Language Arts.
* This was a draft, started November of 2008 that I had only started...now complete (I hope).
29 June 2009
Monday Morning Madness
This is an almost ancient draft that I wrote in September of 2008, and left it incomplete because I lost my train of thought. So I'd thought I would try and remember what inconclusive point I was trying to make and eventually finish this post.
I open my eyes and pick up the pillow that fell on the floor. I don't know how I do it, but I somehow know that something is missing. It's still dark in the room, so I deduce that it's still before 7:00. So I wait. What seems like an eternity later, my dad finally cracks open the door and turns off the fan, which puts me in a bad mood, because I like the fan ON. So I get up and wash my face, scare my mom with the sound of the faucet, let her fall from the bed once, help her up, and continue my morning routine. I eat a sandwich EVERY day, and sometimes, it doesn't seem like enough to get me through 4th period. I have no problem with school, it's just the annoyingly monotonous ritual I experience everyday. It's almost creepy.
I open my eyes and pick up the pillow that fell on the floor. I don't know how I do it, but I somehow know that something is missing. It's still dark in the room, so I deduce that it's still before 7:00. So I wait. What seems like an eternity later, my dad finally cracks open the door and turns off the fan, which puts me in a bad mood, because I like the fan ON. So I get up and wash my face, scare my mom with the sound of the faucet, let her fall from the bed once, help her up, and continue my morning routine. I eat a sandwich EVERY day, and sometimes, it doesn't seem like enough to get me through 4th period. I have no problem with school, it's just the annoyingly monotonous ritual I experience everyday. It's almost creepy.
After I get home from school (which is to be described at a later time),
I drink a half-gallon of gatorade, juice, water, and soda to cool down from the 900*F heat outside.I think now is a good time to note that my morning ritual has changed significantly since then, because I eat scrambled eggs for breakfast now.
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