Humor

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“Sigh” Thursday school, three hours of sheer boredom. If the long wait doesn’t get to you the silence will. It’s meant for people to make up work they didn’t turn in. honestly, who needs three hours to do a few assignments. It’s pure hell!! The lucky ones leave with teachers who usually don’t stick around till five-thirty. It’ll be dark when I get out. That is if I ever get out. I didn’t do chapter three vocabulary. I HATE vocabulary, especially biology vocabulary. Who really needs to know about chloroplasts and words no one can pronounce? “Sigh” thirty minutes in and it’s already taking its toll. They haven’t even called roll. When they do I’ll be gracious to hear something other than the footsteps of passersby we can’t even look at. Zach went by and said hi. I gave him a glance and a little wave. Nothing more out of fear getting caught by Mr. Guzman. Nothing is worse than that. You get kicked out, which seems like a good thing, but the way he said it. I believe that writing this is the only thing keeping me sane. It would seem easy to catch up on sleep you didn’t get because the teacher kept talking. It’s not, sleeping gets you kicked out. Even if it didn’t I couldn’t, this place, the stillness of the air it’s stressing. Calm is what some adults would call it, I say too calm. The tension alone could kill you. I was thinking that if Dad read this he would say I’m being overdramatic. I have nothing else to write… for now. I guess I’ll read.

I’ve been here so long I’m beginning to lose track of the days. I read and finished the boring book I got for Christmas. I overdid my make-up. I look like a zombie and feel like one to. I put on a ton of lip gloss and blotted it on a piece of paper. I drew a girl around the lip print so she looked she had big lips. I think I’ll give it Ngan. If I ever see her again, that is. But it’s the hope that keeps us going in this dismal place. Hope of talking again. The hope to see our loved ones. Hope to sleep once more. The clock ticks on as I wait to be free. I have been sitting for so long I fear I’ve forgotten how to walk. But I know I will because the instant we are free I’m running from this dreadful hell called Thursday school. I believe I shall never return and that is a good prospect, for if I came back, the pressure would kill me. If it isn’t already. I can see the door from here, everyone can see the door. I figure it’s some kind of cruel and inhumane torture. Taunting us as we long to bolt out of it. How I wish I was free!

Dusk draws closer and it’s my only link to time and I believe we shall be free soon or is that just empty hope talking. Oh! Sweet freedom and all the glorious things that come with ye, like family and friends. How I long for thee, strive for thee, wish and hope for thee. Look at me! I’m already going crazy, I’m speaking old English. Some folks here are repeat offenders. I don’t know how they can stand it. I think this place leaves a mark on you. A sub-conscience pull back to Thursday school. I can only pray it doesn’t for if it does I shall die of silence. There never was a roll call. Guzman came by each table and handed me a bunch of stapled papers. Without a word, I knew to check off by my name. I don’t know how but everyone is keeping an appearance of total sanity. Perhaps it is my own insanity warping everything. Or maybe, like I, they are hiding the eternal battle inside.

Hunger is all I feel, now. I’m so hungry, what I would give for a hot melting grilled cheese sandwich. Lightly buttered sourdough bread sandwiching swiss and cheddar cheeses. Talking, I hear talking!! I’m overjoyed! I’ve established a form of communication with Kayla I like to call air notes. You get someone’s attention (a difficult and risky task) and write a message in big letters. Then hold it up for them to see. The other replies by writing their own note. I’m saved! I see flag core girls we should leave soon. I can hardly stand to wait much longer. I had the brains to ask the guy in front of me for the time. It’s later than I thought. Five-ten that means twenty minutes left. We’re stacking chairs and then we can leave!!!!!!! I’m free!!!!!! Sweet freedom!!!!!!!! Oh, wonderful speech!!!!!!

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