Walking to class at eight AM was somewhat creepier than usual today. The fog and lack of people immediately made me stand on guard for the Zombocalypse to come. In the course of about a quarter of a mile I saw around ten other people shuffling to class slowly, like snails on salt and with the prowess of half asleep toddlers. All that was left for me to do was add my own thoughts of zombies attacking to fulfill my needs. All I needed today was to find a way to enjoy being out of bed at eight AM to go to class on a Thursday.
Class wasn't that different from my walk this morning. Even with it being a ballet class, we were all in the mode of just sort of existing in space and doing whatever we could to just pass the time until class was over and we could go about on our way, falling back into bed and sleeping until our next class was beginning. All around me were the half sleepy faces of other teens suffering their way through our teacher droning on about the same things she has been saying thirty times a day for the last few months. Most people did nothing but drag their feet all class, and we all slack off more as the days get closer to that ever so elusive weekend we strive so hard to make it to alive. The zombie virus hit us hard this week though, harder than usual, most of us walked into our classes so far asleep that we were hardly functioning in any way shape of form. And I for one, had to fight my way out of bed in an effort to not skip class on such a dreary morning, but I made it. Even better, I made it to class twenty minutes early.
Go figure...
The rest of the day is full to the brim with neglecting my homework and playing games with my suitemates in an effort to cope with having one more day of classes and dealing with all the problems that come along, rising up like the ocean tides, without fail though slow and steady.
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