الأحد، 6 نوفمبر 2016

MY SCHOOL DAY

MY SCHOOL DAY

     I wake up early, very early ,my heads strapped with the pillow ,the gravity  force up to the highest value, I can't stand, but I will , why? I ask myself  that question everyday, maybe to guarantee a better future ,make my parents proud ,I think this is how the life works ,However the second morning step is to wear my uniform as fast as I could to have a few minutes to eat my breakfast and prepare my school meal ,and not to drink my morning coffee cause I'm late ,always late ,NEXT; my favorite part of the day..I lay my head on the car's window, and just enjoy with that light breeze on my face.

    The queue started ,at that part I feel like we are in a jail or sth , These orders voices disturb my head  "put your bag and get out" "stand straight !" "say the anthem louder", it extends for 15 minutes, I don't know why I feel like it last forever, I feel like I could stand in the three first classes I can't hide my sleepy anymore ,but it's okay I'll eat to forget about it :P ,anyway the three next classes passing so freaking slowly , and about those seventh and eighth class? I mean why? which physical and mental strength would handle this torment ? ,I get back to the house in a misery status ,spending 1 hour between changing my clothes, eating, praying ,and then enter into a deep sleep  and not wake up to 3or 4 hours, I get up and start of making a restart for everything ,my stomach ,my body and even my thought ,I start to realize the place and time I'm in, sometimes when I wake for example at 7:00 I look up to the clock and say "O gosh I'm late for school" ,and then realize that it's evening ,yeah that makes me feel my stupidity, now I should It took advantage of the next three hours end my duties, well I try, but  I don't achieve it all the time.

     So, that's my school day let me know about yours, write down in comments :) .


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