a day in the life... of dan
this is how my day usually goes: my alarm clock goes off at 6:00. In the cold darkness I flail my arms wildly, like a dying moose, trying to shut off the alam. often times I knock things over, and hit my head on things, but in the end my alarm always goes off. Then it is time to crawl out from under my warm covers and stumble toward the shower. If I don't fall asleep in the shower, I usually am dressed by around 6:30 or 6:40, at which point I make myself breakfast. I almost always have oatmeal (not the bland kind. This stuff is flavored, and has little chunks of "fruit" in it) and some sort of drink (ie: water). I brush my teeth, and rush to school, arriving only seconds before the bell rings. It is then time for my first class of the day... BIOLOGY! Is there a better way to start the day then learning about cell mitosis? I think not. In my biology class there are many dead things, and many skeletons of dead things. I sit right next to a glass cabinet which houses a wide arrangment of skulls. There are many animal skulls of all shapes and sizes, along with several human skulls. Where my teacher gets these things, I don't know. Also above me is the skeleton of a realistically posed monkey (the skeleton looks as if it is climbing up a wodden pole). It's a great way to start each day of school. But sadly, it's over all too quickly, and I must go on to... GEOMETRY! My geometry teacher is also the coach of the school football team, so as you can imagine, it's quite an experience to learn about lines and planes and the pythagorean theroum from him. Not much happens in this class, so it goes by quickly. Then it is time for SNACK. This is the time when I hang around with my small group of friends and we have inane conversations. Occasionally we will go to the line and get something to eat, but not all the time. When snack is over it is time for... WORLD CULTURES. The teacher in this class is very hard of hearing, and has a severe lisp, but is a cool guy none the less. I really just got this class today, so I can't say too much about it, except that when it is over I go to... SPANISH. Actually, I have espanol dos (that's Spanish 2, for all you gringos). The most common phrase in this class is "Chicle in la basura!" which literally means "Gum in the trash!". Other odd features of this class are the two bricks that out teacher keeps leaning against the front board. As far as I know, no one can tell what they are for. Also, the teacher in this class used to be a waitress at a local resturant. I would visit this resturaunt often, so when I ended up in her class, she felt as if she were my best friend. After spanish the school adjurns for LUNCH... pretty much just SNACK dragged out for a littel longer. At lunch, my friends and I will sometimes venture into the cafeteria (or "concentration camp", as we like to call it)to get some bad food. But I need the nourishment, because my next class is PHYSICAL EDUCATION. In this class, everyone dresses up in ugly clothes and is forced to run further in 40 minutes than they would concievably like to do in their entire life. Right now we are playing basketball in PE. Every day, the games start off normally, and organized, but by the end of the period have degenerated into chaotic fights for survival. The class is basically seperated into two unofficial groups... "Those Who Actually Care About Doing Well on the Runs and Other Activities" and "Normal People". Unfortunately, there are far less people in the "Normal People" group than one might expect. In then end, however, it dosen't really matter, because my next class is ENGLISH. I'm actually in an English Honors class (read: "Smart English")so they expect more from us than those in Normal English (read: never mind...). There is suprisingly little work to do in this class, so there is not much to write about it. AFTER SCHOOL I will usually get a ride home via the trolley. This is a good, yet horribly overcrowded mode of transportation. When I finally get home (it takes about 40 minutes on the trolley) I will usually eat something, read something, do my homework, and sleep (not necessarily in this order). I go to bed around 9 or 10 each night. Drifting off to sleep, I think about what adventures the next exciting day of school will hold for me.
SUMMER UPDATE: well, since school is over now, the previous information dosen't make much sense, does it? Here is the "Day in the Life of Dan- Summer Edition"... ok, I usually wake up at around 9:00 or a little later. By this time my parents have both already left for work, but my sister is still asleep. I lay in bed for a while, and usually read or look at the ceiling. Then I crawl out of the bed and wander around the house in my boxers until I realize I'm hungry. I go to the kitchen and open the refigerator, but of course, there is nothing to eat. But I am still hungry so I will eat a popsicle from the freezer (usually a strawberry "Fruit-A-Freeze". Then I go and sit on the couch and either read or watch TV while I eat my breakfast. A little while later my sister will come out of her room and look around. She will make some comments about my apperance, and then go back to her room. The next time I see her she is dressed. Around noon or a little later, I get dressed, get in the car and drive to the video store. I return the movies I rented the previous day, and rent some new ones. Sometimes I will eat something down town, but generally I just have another popsicle when I get home. I watch the movie (or movies) and check my e-mail (mostly junk). Sometime in the afternoon my parents will come home, and I will ask them what's for dinner. After we eat (or don't eat, depending on the circumstances) I go to sleep. What a life it is!
THE ELEVENTH GRADE: well, summer is over and I have finally begun my Junior year of high school. Only one year left of this place until I am free as a bird (or drafted into the army). I don't know what I am going to do after high school, because at the moment I am too busy just trying to maintain passing grades to think about my future. Oh well. I'll deal with the future when it gets here. As for now, my day goes something like this... MORNING: at six o'clock my alarm clock goes off. I sit bolt upright, cartoon style, because it is so loud. Once turning off the infernal machine, I usually fall back into a state of half-sleep for approximately sixteen minutes, at which time my father lumbers through my room towards the bathroom (you see, one must go through my room in order to get to our bathroom. As to why someone would design a house like this is anyone's guess). My father grunts at me. I grunt back. He then goes into the bathroom and takes a shower for approximately ten minutes. Then he goes back to his room, shutting the door to my room behind him on his way out. I then have an epic battle within myself as to whether or not I should get up. "On three," I think, "I'll get up and run to the shower. It'll be over in a second. I won't even know I left my bed!" I lay there my eyes squeezed tightly shut. "One..." I think, "Two..." I think, my anticipation rising, "THREE!". I lay there, still as a log. "Ok, body, let's try this again..." I think to myself. Of course, after a while I eventually DO get up and take a shower, but it is a long and laborious process. After I take a shower I get dressed, eat breakfast, and brush my teeth. It is now approximatley 7:25, and I have ten minutes to get myself and my sister to school before the bell rings. By the time we get in the car, of course, it is 7:30, and I now have five minutes. We have not broken the sound barrier on our way to school, but we have gotten close. I have a thing I do when driving where I try to press on the breaks as little as possible while going around corners. Needless to say, this makes for a wild ride, but it is for the best because it wakes me up. And boy do I ever need to be alert for my first period class, which is...SPANISH THREE. This is a class taught by Ms. Coronel, whom many people greatly dislike. I don't really think she's that bad, though. One time I walked into class with mud on my shoes and she made me shake out the rug. It was kind of an embarassing experience, but I always wipe my feet now. Anyway, my next class is LEADERSHIP. This is a class in which I suggest doing fun things in rallies, and then get long lists of reasons why we can't do them. It's a little frustrating, but it's kind of fun. The best part is making big posters to hang around school. In fact, I even get a chance to read these posters at... SNACK. At snack I usually go to the line and get some bread. Then I hang out at the tree with my little group, and we talk. Not much else happens, sadly. But that's all right because the bell rings soon enough, meaning it is time for me to go to... AP U.S. HISTORY. This is a class which includes a lot of reading, and a lot of quizzes. The whole thing is supposed to be getting us ready for this big test at the end of the year. Unfortunately, it's kind of a boring class. My next period isn't much better. TRIGONOMETRY is a class taught by Mr. Segesman, the most mellow guy in the world. He wears big shirts, and the walls of the room are covered with odd, psychadellic posters. I spend most of my time in this class writing poems or trying to figure things out on my graphing calculator, a piece of machinery weighing about as much as a small child. Before I know it, class is over and it is time for... LUNCH. Since I'm now a junior, I can leave campus, which I do as much as possible. I usually go to Wendys or Taco Bell with as many people as can fit in the car, but sometimes we all just walk over to Vons and get stuff to eat there. By the time we come back, lunch is practically over, and I just have time to grab my backpack and make it to...CHEMISTRY. Is it possible to have less interest in a subject than I do in chemistry? I seriously doubt it. I care so little about everything we study in this class, it actually amazes me. I think I have reached the relam of "Negative Caring Points", where I owe care. But that's alright, because I have a cool teacher named Mr. Sloneker. He's one of thsoe guys who tells stories and insults students during class, the thin string that keeps me awake for those fifty minutes of class time. And it's a good thing that I am awake, because my final class of the day is... ENGLISH. The only point of this class is to prepare us for the AP test at the end. The man who teaches it (Mr. Cotti) often brings up the fact that he "did not go to school to become an english teacher". I guess he thinks it makes us feel good to know that he's not qualified for the job. He's also a runner. Often times, I will be driving around and I'll see him running. A few hours later, I'll be driving around again, and I'll see him running. I don't think he ever stops running. You'll see him on one side of town and then later that day he's on the other side of town, still going. It's bizarre. I think maybe he's a robot sent from the future to kill someone. I hope it isn't me.
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