Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh. This is always the hardest part of my day. I twist my body so that I can hit the snooze button on my alarm. I expect my hair to be in my face but instead I have arranged the semi-curly red mass into some kind of ponytail on top of my head sometime in the night. I wish I could just lie in my bed and not face the emptiness that my life has become. “NO” I say almost in anger. My life is not empty. It’s very full with responsibility, work, and what ever the entertainment industry can cook up for me to be interested in. I take a minuet to look at my surroundings before my alarm clock rouses me again. Everything is so dark. It’s only six in the morning and I am glad that the sun hasn’t come up yet. With the sun always comes the day to day things that you must do like trash, dishes, and people. Not like the few minuets before the sun when things still seem possible and the world seems magical. I can feel my room with all of its clutter resembling a real life as I stay in the same obstinate position in my bed.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My over sized tee-shirt bunched around me reminds me that the time has come and I can’t ignore it any longer. I get up and my feet touch the old carpet like it has needles on each strand. I make my way to the bathroom to start my routine without thinking. I left my consciousness in my room. When I am finally done I to go to my bedroom window; even through the blinds I can see that it is going to be a sunny day but as I open them fully I see that the hope of clouds are in the distance. Since I was a child I have always felt that the overcast days are special. It keeps that early morning possibility alive long after the day has started. After ten minuets I look at my clock.
“Shoot”.
I have only ten minuets to get dressed, get something to eat, and get to work. I pull on the first appropriate outfit I see in my closet. Checking my watch I decide all I can have is a tall glass of orange juice. I almost run to my 92’ Mazda Protégé. I still cringe at the single white passenger door that is so obvious against the rest of the turquoise exterior.
The good thing about my car is that it has speed. I got to work before anyone else. I am a grade one teacher at the Leavitt school in Seattle. I have been teaching for only two years. I still look at my name plate that makes me feel official that says:
Teacher
Eliza Marz
I walk into my small but comfortable classroom. It is one of those great classrooms that as an adult you always remember because everything on the walls were things that you had done; so the class felt like it belonged to you. I keep to myself for the most part so it wasn’t until lunch when I got to talk to my best friend Adam who teaches in one of the fourth grade classes. Adam is one of those people who baffles people because he is still single. Adam and I first meet on my first day of training at the school. He was there but I didn’t realize until later that he was their to train me and was not one of the newbies. He was so nice asking me all about myself. He took a real interest. He asked me out on a date a few times but after we both realized that were better friends and so we became the best
Ugh. This is always the hardest part of my day. I twist my body so that I can hit the snooze button on my alarm. I expect my hair to be in my face but instead I have arranged the semi-curly red mass into some kind of ponytail on top of my head sometime in the night. I wish I could just lie in my bed and not face the emptiness that my life has become. “NO” I say almost in anger. My life is not empty. It’s very full with responsibility, work, and what ever the entertainment industry can cook up for me to be interested in. I take a minuet to look at my surroundings before my alarm clock rouses me again. Everything is so dark. It’s only six in the morning and I am glad that the sun hasn’t come up yet. With the sun always comes the day to day things that you must do like trash, dishes, and people. Not like the few minuets before the sun when things still seem possible and the world seems magical. I can feel my room with all of its clutter resembling a real life as I stay in the same obstinate position in my bed.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My over sized tee-shirt bunched around me reminds me that the time has come and I can’t ignore it any longer. I get up and my feet touch the old carpet like it has needles on each strand. I make my way to the bathroom to start my routine without thinking. I left my consciousness in my room. When I am finally done I to go to my bedroom window; even through the blinds I can see that it is going to be a sunny day but as I open them fully I see that the hope of clouds are in the distance. Since I was a child I have always felt that the overcast days are special. It keeps that early morning possibility alive long after the day has started. After ten minuets I look at my clock.
“Shoot”.
I have only ten minuets to get dressed, get something to eat, and get to work. I pull on the first appropriate outfit I see in my closet. Checking my watch I decide all I can have is a tall glass of orange juice. I almost run to my 92’ Mazda Protégé. I still cringe at the single white passenger door that is so obvious against the rest of the turquoise exterior.
The good thing about my car is that it has speed. I got to work before anyone else. I am a grade one teacher at the Leavitt school in Seattle. I have been teaching for only two years. I still look at my name plate that makes me feel official that says:
Teacher
Eliza Marz
I walk into my small but comfortable classroom. It is one of those great classrooms that as an adult you always remember because everything on the walls were things that you had done; so the class felt like it belonged to you. I keep to myself for the most part so it wasn’t until lunch when I got to talk to my best friend Adam who teaches in one of the fourth grade classes. Adam is one of those people who baffles people because he is still single. Adam and I first meet on my first day of training at the school. He was there but I didn’t realize until later that he was their to train me and was not one of the newbies. He was so nice asking me all about myself. He took a real interest. He asked me out on a date a few times but after we both realized that were better friends and so we became the best
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