Bright Lights, Boring Highschool

You open your eyes. Do you know where you are? Do you know what day it is? “Oh, right,” you remember. It’s 2 am. You fell asleep while working on that goddamn project for that stupid history class. You think about how pointless that class feels, how pointless school feels. You suppose that some of history is important to learn, the general patterns, for example. But who cares that the guy who created the first steam engine was named Steven? Does that really even matter?

                What’s worse is your drill sergeant of a history teacher. Mrs. Paulis, or crazy Paul, as everyone calls her. Crazy Paul has it out for you; that’s for sure. Although it’s your own fault and you know it. You honestly don’t even know how you’re still passing the class. It’s just hard for you to get motivated. Read this chapter, read that chapter. Take notes here, take notes there. You’re sick of hearing the same one-sided stories about the same people. You want to get out of your hellhole of a school and experience the world.

                But for now, you realize that you have to get back to work. You have to focus. You always have a hard time focusing at two in the morning, or at any time of the day, really. Just one more Adderall, then you’ll get through this. Now you’re focused, only problem is you’re still not focused on the stupid history project. You are focused on cleaning your room. A full blown purge of old stuff.

                The next thing you know your alarm is screeching at you. What time is it? You suddenly realize that you’ve been cleaning all night. You didn’t finish your project, but who really cares. It’s kind of done, you might as well just turn it in now. You throw on some clothes and head out the door, dragging your feet to the bus stop. Just another day in the cycle of your boring life.