Today, dismally similar to
most others, I take my seat in a number of different classes for a whole seven
hours. My brain, try as it may, does not stand a chance against this test of time.
My habitual lack of sleep and hatred to fully wake up does not allow full
cognition from my brain unless jolted by the force of a pop quiz or a dreaded
in class writing. However even my brain
does not always find these worthy causes to come out from underneath the covers
and tackle the day. The day dreamer in my brain chooses today to wander and
find interest in everything except for my very important lesson on probability.
I stand no chance. He has already decided that the probability of focus rounds
out to an approximate zero as he laughs in the face of math. Instead day
dreamer notices the intricate details on the concrete wall behind the white
board. Has that block always had so many cracks in it? And why do they paint it
white? White, white board, math, focus. Yet again my mind slips and I wonder
why anyone would wear that to school
and they must feel so cold because of the snow and oh, look at the weather. Focus.
The problems on the board have now changed and my brain claws at the walls of
my head begging me to remember the crime show I watched last night and how
realistic it seemed and what if a robber comes to my house and I should map an
escape route: out my window, on the roof, jump into the snow, run. Run. I
should run after school but I know I will not and now I feel lazy and when did
we move to this problem? My day dreamer finds humor in my struggle to keep up
and notes that I should focus…on how these problems relate to problems that I
will help my kids with some day and we will live in a big house and now I have
to name them and the bell rings. I look up to find that day dreamer has
effortlessly won control of my focus during yet another class and I challenge
him to a rematch which reminds me that I should probably play ping pong in
commons. It starts again.
Blythe, this might just be one of the most accurate portrayals of my high school day...ever. Like you, I tend to day dream in every class. Typically, my day dreams focus on events that have already happened. Today, for instance, I started day dreaming about the list of Mr. Maas quotes I made during junior year calculus. I had a whole page of them, in the back of my notebook. They were hysterical too, oh, there was this one...and I'm off in my own little world. Once I make my way to this world, I always find it difficult to leave.
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