Blog #3

Blog 3

The last couple of hours before the weekend

          The only thing I was able to ask myself was “How did I get here so fast?” That’s what my thought was looking up at the clock that read 3:04. As soon as I saw that I had a flashback to earlier in the morning when I woke up. I remembered the blunt feeling of waking up being sharpened by the fact that today was a Friday. Only one more day to stay on my academic grind before being able to get myself together for the next week of school. As soon as I stepped through those large school doors, I realized that there was still a long set of hours before that final bell went and that I would be stuck between those painful hours. After mindlessly getting myself through those long periods and thoughtless conversations I had with my friends throughout the day, I was suddenly here at 3:05 when walking through those doors was only a minute ago. I had just endured the pain of finishing all my assignments in study hall that I had sought out to complete in order to have a stress-free weekend, followed by me trying desperately to keep my eyes open in order to take in every little detail of my assignments. I’m now at 3:07, the point where I know that there is not much wait left yet there is still a strong feeling of impatience. The red hand on that clock moving slow as I can recall it moving and the worst part was knowing that there was nothing I could do but wait. 3:09 The Surge of impatience drifts away as my friends come towards me to assure our plans for the day. Keeping my eyes open is no longer a task, and the bell marking the end of the week, lights up the inside of my ears. Now the only task was getting home.