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This is a typical Monday morning, upon waking up and glancing at the glaring alarm clock, reading "6:00 a.m." to dragging your aching body into your bed at 11:00 p.m., after doing 4 hours of homework:: 6:02 a.m.=After dozing off again for two minutes, my mother comes into my room and screams at me to get up. Not wanting to argue at this time, I sluggishly arise from my warm bed, into the cold bathroom where I take a two minute shower. I get soap in my eyes and forget to shampoo my hair. Oh well, I don't have time anyway. I dress quickly and brush my teeth, not having any time to eat. 7:30 a.m.=I sit in first period class, after getting off the bus, where I spent the last 15 minutes with a pack of screaming children, and try to "rest" in my hard seat and desk. I get yelled at by my teacher, whom hasn't brushed her teeth in a month, and get 2 days of after-school detention. I wipe my sleepy eyes and try to focus on my algebra book, which has crude drawings in it. I speak to my teacher about this, whom just screams at me again for not having permission to speak. Two more nights detention. 12:30 p.m=I sit alone in the cafeteria, where all the seats are taken by the "popular" people, who are too busy texting and listening to their mp3 players to acknowledge my existence. I sit at a table in the corner, where 3-day-old fries cause a horrible smell, and cause me to lose my appetite. Oh well, I have no lunch money anyway. The janitor leans against the wall and eyes me carefully. His nose hairs are so long, I feel a strange urge to braid them. I lay my head down on the table, and a cafeteria worker yells at me to wake up. 3:00 p.m.=I arrive home from school, lugging almost all the contents of my locker in my backpack. I sit down and do and hour and a half of my homework, before going to softball practice. 8:30 p.m.=Covered in dirt from practice, I only have time to eat a Hot Pocket and continue the rest of my homework. 11:00 p.m.=With an unfinished project still due, I collapse on my bed, knowing the next day I will obtain further punishment for my unfinished assignment. I groan and crawl under the covers. Thoughts of problems at school cause me to not sleep, and before I know it the alarm clock sounds off and the cycle repeats. To be blunt = SCHOOL SUCKS!
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