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The same faces I see everyday, the same people I talk to everyday. My life just a revolving wheel that never ends, just continually goes around and around everyday. Always on the go, doing something for someone else, normally never for myself. Though it might benefit me in the end, it benefits more to someone else. Work in this class and work in this class, over piling my mind, with education each day.
I enter hoping for something new to happen, just for anything, but it never happens. I go take off the same clothes, empty the same bag, and grab the same books. Walk to the same spot, here the same things, and talk to the same people. I look around seeing, thinking, and hoping the same things. Finally deciding to continue on one’s boring life, I walk to the same class. Sit there, zoning in and out, while the teacher who I highly look up to talks and tries to teach us, with the vast knowledge that she knows. The class seems to go by slowly, as I am mostly silent through most of it. Finally this class creeps by and is done, and I leave, to go to the next class.
I meet the same person; I spend most of my time with here. One who knows me, but doesn’t truly understand me inside. One person I feel comfortable with, but to, I wonder about her sometimes. We go off to the class, where I see the teacher, who I see is very knowledgeable but I always questions his doings, and his body language. For I have a way to read people, and I always get odd senses. This class one that I find enjoyable goes by, as I am somewhat ignored, but though acknowledge I am there. The one moments of my life, I seem to enjoy, all I hear around me is deep complaining. I wonder how people find this so bad, but then again I am surrounded by people with small attention spans. I grab my instrument to play, no matter what it is and if it even sounds right I play. This class is one that seems to go by fast to me, but slow to others.
Now off to what is supposed to be my break, but is more of a boring hell, slowly ticking by. I finally drop off my materials, and grab my nutrients for the day. Walking up to meet, and talk to the same people once again. I sit there in silent, listening, but not joining for I don’t entirely fit in with this group. I get questioned on my silent from the one boy, who I can’t even grasp why he talks to me in the first place. I answer something to hush him of his thoughts, so I can go off to thinking. This experience seems to go by rather slowly. Finally after everyone has received there nutrients we head up to the silent room. Where I am most likely filling my mind with more education, cause there never seems to be anything better to do. I do my work, as though it appears I am not aware of what is around me, but my sober virtues are very alert. People come and go and talk, no one really bothers with me, that much, I don’t mind. Some stand out to me more than others in this room. Some I don’t understand and honestly don’t bother with, some I trust, and keep an eye on, and then some that always just remain there in the back of my mind.
Then I enter the class, I don’t find all the interesting, but seem to be the only person who pays attention. The teacher might not be the greatest, but from his eyes, I can see he tries really hard. So I try my best to pay attention, for he only seems to be talking to me half the time. He slowly teaches the lesson, as I try to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, I can notice though he might be saying one thing, by his eyes he is thinking another. This class I do most of my thinking, if I am not distracted by ones talking to me and keeping me off topic. This class goes extremely fast, depending on what we are doing. The only one who seems to understand me most in the class, but not entirely is the one who sits at the front, thinking of other things himself, all day. We look to each other in an eye of understand, and adult to adult conversation without talk. For others I know and talk to in the class, am the ones that keep my life amusing, and not so stressful. This class soon ends, and off to more work.
I enter the class; I must take to enhance my knowledge in my future career. This class is one that is interesting and always opens for new surprises. I go and sit down and get prepared for the hour long note, or whatever the unqiue teacher has in mind today. I sit in that class almost like a mindless zombie, just soaking in the words, that fly out of the teachers mouth, hoping to understand them, and somehow comprehend them down on this paper in front of me. I eye someone in this class from time to time, but knowing nothing will ever happen. I notice recently this person eyeing me back, I think of it, but don’t take much account in this action. Finally this class ends and I am free to my home.
I go and pack my bag, which is normally over flowing of work, this work is so much, and I strain my back everyday carrying this load. I go on the nice quiet walk home, where then I walk in greeted to an empty home, not fully empty, for there are the animals, the ones that are there to love me, there ones I understand. I give them the attention they seek, give them there needs, then I am off to do my work. I do this for however long it takes, and if I am lucky able to squeeze in some relaxing moments for myself.
The only moments I seem to give to myself in this busy world, is when the time my head hits the pillow, and I get to go off and dream about the life I wish my was. The one that was less stressful, more easy going, there was more peace, and that more of the people around me where happy. One were all people were appreciated, and less work was assigned. A world where everyone has someone, someone to turn to, to trust, to honour, to get advice from. A world, where your whole life is good, not only just the future ahead of you. Where people can be themselves, and not have to protect themselves from the world around them.
Oh what a life that would be, and then I soon to awake from the annoying sounds of the blaring alarm clock, to relive this nightmare all over again, the same way everyday, until finally something comes and changes it.
 Raw_Chick · Mon Dec 17, 2007 @ 10:25pm · 0 Comments |
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