Its back to school.
First day of school is always the fastest and the easiest. The time where introductions are made, and teachers lay the ground rules. For me, it was getting up early in the morning after a late night of tossing and turning... trying to sleep under the dum drums of the fan twirling above my head. It seems that the more I try to fall asleep, the more I'm awake. I become sensitive to the sounds that surround me. The ticking of the clock, the random whirls of the air condition. What ever it was, it was keeping me awake.
So I woke up and dressed, drank my breakfast (a cup of milk), had time to read the papers before heading out to the bus. Traffic jams are the worst during school days. The dread of sitting in the bus, in motionless form. Listening to music and watching non-existent people walk by. Becoming more and more stiff and uncomfortable in my own skin. It was hot in the bus, I was already sweating on to my clothes. Men have a curse, especially Asian men. They sweat a lot, too much around the arms to be comfortable. It leaves an acute stain on clothes, but non-the-less embarrassing. In what seemed like forever, the bus reached its destination and came to a halt. By the time, the bell had already rang... so much for meeting my friends in the library before school. I went off to class. First period with Mcaheiny, AP Calculus BC, highest level of math in high school. The day went by fast, Anatomy and Physiology, English (which I found rather dull since I was sitting away from my friends), Lunch, History (with an extremely spontaneous teacher), Choir (weird), and to end off the day... French.
I convinced my friend to drive a group of us down to burger king for a drink. A usual after-school activity, where we socialize and talk about our day. I also managed to convince him to ask the cashier for a Big Mac. Which he did. I was most amused by this, so I laughed Haha. No its home, and some work to do. Its a good day after all. Its a good day, every day.
