This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Thursday, October 21, 2004
This is a picture of Alex, I love her.
My friend Ray Chil. Just alerted me with a problem that she is having, she has a huge exam tomorrow, and also a assignment due. She has no time to do the assignment while she is studying, so I offer to do it for her.
I am suppost to write about a school experience that she has once had. So I made up this story for her, keep in mind i am writing from a girls point of view. I think I did a good job of capturing a girls true feelings(god I am such a good friend):
Waking up in the morning was starting to get easier and easier. I didn't struggle with my alarm, or try to burry my head under my pillow to hide from the light. I cant wait to get into the shower; to fully awake myself. I really can't believe I am about to say this: but, "I cant wait to get to school today."
I wont lie, there is something aside from learning that is drawing me to school as of late.
The walk to school seems to be shorter, the sun seems brighter, even my clothes seem to fit better. This is going to sound really strange, but the side walk even seems softer, like I am walking on a cloud. Cloud 9 if you may.
I round the corner, and cut across the church parking lot, into the schools lot. The buzz of the early morning is such a rush. Crowds of people fleeing from their cars in a hurry too get to class. In the hallways, the morning bell sounds, and with it what seems like a stampede of people run past me, so they are not late for class.
Time seemed to stop as he walked by, well it didn't stop but it sure did slow right down. He was wearing that tight pair of jeans, and that beautiful plain white T shirt that showed off his muscles. We made eye contact, just for a second, but it was heaven. This is why I wake up in the mornings. Just for that brief second when I know he is going to walk by me and look in my direction.
I move as fast as possible through the mob of people. Knowing that I am going to be late for the 3rd time this week doesn't bother me. I run up the stairs heading to math, my least favorite subject but I still wear my smile with pride. I am coming down the final stretch only one more corner to go, im not that late today, im sure the teacher wont mind. I come around the last corner, and there he is again at his locker, he seems to be waiting for someone. Could it be me?
Then I see who he is waiting for, she comes out of the washroom with her designer purse in hand and chewing gum in mouth. I wonder what she sees in him, she walks up to him, wraps her arms around him and kisses him with passion that makes me shutter. Why does he have to have a girl friend?
I quickly duck into the girls washroom and lock myself in a stall, I begin to slowly cry, my heart is broken. I don't want to ever come to school again. By the time I stop crying it is already half way through first period.
I walk into class my teacher gives me the pop quiz that was ment to be written at the beginning of class. I sit down saying to my self "tomorrow I am going too get to school early"
killed softly at 10/21/2004 11:36:00 PM
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