TWILIGHT ZONE

It’s a wonder why having to wake up feels so much more difficult than just waking up on your own, even though both are done on the same time. Hmmm…did I write that clearly? What I mean is, I normally get up at around 8:00, except on extreme cases where I don’t sleep until the sun rises. Today I still woke up at 8, but this is different. WAY different.

Today was the first day of school.

When the classes start in January, it is the mark of the death of Free Time. No more watching TV or staring at the PC for no reason; no more lying in bed all day with a book; no more going out anytime I want to. Now there’s a schedule I have to follow, and schoolwork to be done during any other time I have.

Then again, this day didn’t go as bad as expected. There are people who make your day a bit more pleasant by greeting you with a smile and a “Happy New Year”. It was just like any other normal day at school, actually. Nothing seriously and drastically depressing… yet.

I met B at English Literature (the only class we had in common), and he looked so…zombie. I don’t think he got any sleep at all, which was weird because if there’s anybody who’s at ease with going back to school, it’s Black. Going back to school means the libraries are open again, so to him it’s all worth it. I kept bugging him about what he did last night, but he just stares at me with that stoned look. Fine, I’ll just leave it for another day. After class I told him, “one word, B: SLEEP.” And before I rushed to my next class, “take care.”

Just another day…at school. I still need to get that in my system. School, school, school, school. What, with only three months left to second semester? I need to get that in my head fast!

Ho, ho. Ho-hum.