John Doesavich was confused a loud disturbing noise resonated from somewhere near his bed. It took him out of deep peaceful state and rattled against the inside of his head. He considered hitting the big glowing button and sleeping for five more minutes. But experience told him five would soon turn into twenty. So with great hesitation and regret he stumbled out of bed and into the shower. The hot water and the inhalation of the steamy air quickly woke him up and gave him the breath of life he needed to start his day. With great care he picked out shorts, a t-shirt and his normal pair of shoes and for the first time opened his door to see what the world offered for him this day. The family’s three dogs quickly heard this distinctive noise and as always came sprinting down the hall and into the kitchen for their breakfast. After obliging the hounds Jack scrounged up a small but hearty breakfast for himself and turned on the morning newscast. One by one the other three members of the family wandered into the kitchen but little to none was said or discussed. No one liked the mornings. Seeing that his brother was impatiently waiting to begin their journey to school John quickly found and re-packed his backpack. He then started the same car ride he had made since the ninth grade. It was unbearable.
Once at school John made the trek to the picnic table that his friends and he always favored as an early morning meeting spot. They discussed and argued about last nights TV shows and football games. As soon as everyone was there and congregated at the table, the bell knowing that they where beginning to have a good time rang. First block had begun.
The next four blocks ran into one continual motion for John. Math transformed into English which then changed to History, which finally gave way to Biology. He could not remember when exactly he had stopped doing calculus but definitely knew that before long he was trying to apply Darwin’s principles of evolution to the ground finches of Irsa Minor. Staying awake was not the problem, staying focused was on the on the other hand an uphill battle requiring most not if all of his energy.
When the lunch bell rang he realized that he had a break and quickly went off to find some food. He procured his normal meal and upon sitting down next to his friends remembered that in truth he had to spend the lunch period writing a Spanish essay that he had put off the night before. Cursing his lack of drive to do things when they should be done he begrudgingly went to the library to complete the essay. After serial disastrous attempts at starting his essay he finally found an idea that flowed and son completed the assignment. Lunch though had ended. Off to Jazz Band.
The rest of the day followed the characteristics of the morning. Class to class, lecture to lecture. Finally the day ended with one of the few classes that involved discussion. His ideas where free to roam and for a while he was no longer a passive listener. As the day came to a close students became anxious to get out of the last class. Finally at exactly 3:00 the final bell rang. John briskly made his way to the spot he habitually meat his brother. Once reunited they made the arduous journey back to the car. And from there home. Where his day could only improve.