[Writing] Grade 10

After being in high school for long enough you start to realize some things; people you’ve never seen before, voices you’ve never heard, lies that have never been told. You start to notice how you walk by the same people every day, as if the inside of the school was clockwork. You notice how there are some people you’ll never become good friends with, even with the best of conditions. You see some people try and stand out, so they can fit in.

You can even tell what some people are thinking just by the look on their faces, everyone is tired, and everyone is asleep in a conscious state. They don’t pay attention, but they’re listening just enough so they’ll know if their name is being called, or what the question is that’s being asked.
Everyone lives in a state on un-consciousness.

You go out with friends, even if you don’t have money. You sit with the same people every day, eye-balling the people who pack a lunch, similar to yourself, but it looks strange to see someone else doing it.

You get called up in front of the class to present a project; you have to read a line or two from a handout. The teacher tells everyone to be quiet and to be respectful, so they do. But they aren’t listening to be respectful. They watch you, waiting, waiting for you to make a minimal error or mistake, like misread the word economic; accidentally drop something during your presentation. When you do botch up a presentation ever so slightly, everyone sort of has this snicker, not so much a laugh, more of a nasal blow- not exactly recognized as a laugh but its close enough.
Everyday ends the same, packing up, leaving, going home, and staying up late only to be mindless and tired the next day. We complain about being tired, but we don’t do anything to prevent it. We drink our pop indulge in our coffee, only to have enough caffeine circulating in our bodies to last us the rest of the night.

The weekend comes; it’s our most favored time of the week. Ironically enough, we sleep more here than we do during school. The “cool” kids through a party, people go, drink get smashed, wake up the next morning feeling like a someone shit in their stomachs. This lasts until Saturday night. Saturday night is spent drinking even more until you forget the feeling of sickness inside your stomach. We sleep more here than we do during school, and the funny part is, we don’t even remember the other parts.