An essay about a normal day at school in my shoes |
I walk down the hallways, watching the blur of faces pass me by. Tension cracks through the air like a whip and I can almost hear the bustling thoughts of the other students overloaded on algebraic equations and historical dates. A slave to clocks and ringing bells, they rush to their next class fearing to be counted tardy. Although I am surrounded by many, I cannot help but feel somewhat lost. I close my eyes and see the girl I want to be, riding a wild horse along the shore. If only I could live that free, to throw caution into the wind and disregard the consequences. Someone calls my name, shattering my few moments of escape, and I turn to greet two of my closest friends. Only with them do I expose my true self, laughing and smiling as if there was not a care in the world. We indulge ourselves with conversations about boys and other irrelevant matters before we are forced to part ways to spend yet another hour and a half in a classroom overcome with boredom. I find myself scrambling to my class just as the bell rang and force myself to sit down. Glancing out the window I find myself longing to be somewhere far and remote, with only the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks as my melody. However, I know that the sun pouring in through the windows and the blue sky beckoning me was just an illusion of freedom. The teacher began her tedious lesson and I try to focus but as always I begin to tune out the incessant lectures. I lightly skim the room and the boy catches my attention. Heat rises to my cheeks as his tantalizing gaze meets mine for a fleeting moment. He strangely reminds me of a wolf, tamed by society but never losing his independent nature. I notice how he keeps to himself, only socializing with others when necessary. I feel an enticing attraction towards him and the temptation to speak to him only keeps me away. The bell finally rings, signaling the end of the day, and relief washes away my anxiety. I notice how the other students become human once more, liberated from the never-ending rules and assignments. Finally, tired and exhausted, I make my way through the crowd, knowing that tomorrow I would find myself sitting in the same room, looking out the same window, longing for the same dream. |