Spanish Stuff

The alarm blared, like any other morning, to wake up the miserable boy, who longed for a few more minutes of rest. The previous night like most, was full of procrastinated work and the early alarm had become routine but not embraced by him. Followed by the increasingly loud siren, followed a deeply pitched voice, that commanded me from my comfortable slumber, it was an unwelcome command. Like a parent would a child. The groggy boy dragged himself into the hot shower, the relieving shower brought back memories of the weekend nights, where the early morning didn't bother the boy, where he chose what time he would wake up, and not be bothered by the barking that came from his father or mother. The weekend brought with it an abundance of rest that was well deserved from the week's tireless days and nights, and a flexible schedule that could be arranged by the boy, by whatever he pleased to do on the given weekend. The knock on the bathroom door came with a reminder that I had to be out the front door by 7 o'clock. No longer could he reminisce. Still, he was restless. He scrambled through drawers and his closest to find anything suitable to wear, and fumbled to the kitchen to scarf down breakfast. It was 6:55, when he was completely ready, he barely eluded the nagging of being unprepared. Barely did he escape.

The car ride to school was used to catch up on any missed minutes of sleep not received at home. It was short lived. Exiting the car, he entered the school doors, met by the bells that

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commanded and directed the school halls, anyone who didn't get to their destination by the second bell would be punished by the instructor. Barely had he escaped the punishment, and he found his way to the seat. The first two periods were like most morning periods, a blur. He could hardly keep his head up, or his eyes, which were weighed down by the sand man's heavy bags of sand. The teacher's lecturing didn't help neither, the monotone voices, the routine worksheets, same structured lesson plans, all added to the misery. Never had he been so bored. Never had he been so tired. Never had he longed to leave school this badly. Never had he despised school so badly. Never had he wanted to sleep so badly. Never.

The 3rd and 4th period classes came and went, they seemed like any other class. The same fifty minute period. The halls filled with students were still commanded and directed by the bells. Filtering the students into classes like an army of ants. Lunch arrived and many welcomed it with empty stomachs, he anxiously waited in the lunch line for his annual two slices of Pizza Hut pizza. Next period would be Football class, which would certainly wake him up. The locker carried its usual aroma, which he'd grown accustom to, he suited up in attire suitable for the occasion, and a the longest fifty minutes of the day would begin. The team's

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