My Life
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The destroying of the alarm clock.
I wake up by two things: the alarm clock and a huge trash truck, neither of which I am too fond of. I get up out of my comfortable bed, which smells slightly of my dog, and stumble like a drunkard downstairs.
The greeting of other parties.
I greet the other members of my family and give them a not so chipper, “Good morning!” The sun is shining brightly through the windows, marking a new and blessed day to continue life. I feel the cold wood beneath my bare feet, accenting the morning dew I see outside on the grass. I smell tea.
The drinking of the tea.
Steam rises up out of my mug, fogging my glasses. Sipping the hot tea, I ponder why anyone would take leaves and soak them in water, and I bless that person. Bad news fills my thoughts as I read the newspaper, punctuated by a few laughs as I read some funny little tidbit. I hear the tapping of a keyboard as somebody checks their e-mail in the other room.
The washing up of things.
My senses are finally awakened as I take a hot shower. I get out and brush my teeth. My family is already bustling around, heading off to whatever activity is planned. The house is warming up, distant from the cold atmosphere outside.
The stimulation of the intellectual senses.
This morning I read C. S. Lewis.
The gathering of things that I should have done last night.
I gather my books that I will need for school that day. The heavy textbooks weigh down my pack. The scattered paper lies about my room like the dead autumn leaves that rest outside. I’m ready to go.
Leaving.
I say goodbye to my family and head to my car. As I get in I wonder what mood my car will be in today. Sometimes it rumbles and shakes, as if grumpy and old. Today it does well; I back out without the least bit of whining. It is a good car. I do not have a name for my car, as I have always tried to keep from naming inanimate objects. But if my car was sentient, I’d probably have a cute pet name for it.
Learning.
I get out of my car to set off for school. It is morning, so dew still shines in the shadows of various things. I step lightly, as if afraid that I might wake the slumbering vegetation that surrounds the school. All around me other students rush off to one place or another. I wonder where all of these people go. There are many different kinds of people, all caught up in the same hustle and bustle. Seeing a few people I know, I wave, though they are rushing off to class also. There is a café nearby so I step in and am instantly met by an overabundance of smells. Big white walls and whiteboards greet me as I take my seat in the classroom. I know I will be itching to get out of this seat in about an hour, due to the hardness of the chair. I listen politely in class, sometimes letting my thoughts wander.
The continuing of education.
My attitude changes as the day goes on. Everything warms up, even the cold classrooms located deep inside the buildings. I finish my classes for the day.
Pondering.
I think about the day, and what needs to be done for tomorrow. I drive home, slightly tired, and drink some tea.
I wake up by two things: the alarm clock and a huge trash truck, neither of which I am too fond of. I get up out of my comfortable bed, which smells slightly of my dog, and stumble like a drunkard downstairs.
The greeting of other parties.
I greet the other members of my family and give them a not so chipper, “Good morning!” The sun is shining brightly through the windows, marking a new and blessed day to continue life. I feel the cold wood beneath my bare feet, accenting the morning dew I see outside on the grass. I smell tea.
The drinking of the tea.
Steam rises up out of my mug, fogging my glasses. Sipping the hot tea, I ponder why anyone would take leaves and soak them in water, and I bless that person. Bad news fills my thoughts as I read the newspaper, punctuated by a few laughs as I read some funny little tidbit. I hear the tapping of a keyboard as somebody checks their e-mail in the other room.
The washing up of things.
My senses are finally awakened as I take a hot shower. I get out and brush my teeth. My family is already bustling around, heading off to whatever activity is planned. The house is warming up, distant from the cold atmosphere outside.
The stimulation of the intellectual senses.
This morning I read C. S. Lewis.
The gathering of things that I should have done last night.
I gather my books that I will need for school that day. The heavy textbooks weigh down my pack. The scattered paper lies about my room like the dead autumn leaves that rest outside. I’m ready to go.
Leaving.
I say goodbye to my family and head to my car. As I get in I wonder what mood my car will be in today. Sometimes it rumbles and shakes, as if grumpy and old. Today it does well; I back out without the least bit of whining. It is a good car. I do not have a name for my car, as I have always tried to keep from naming inanimate objects. But if my car was sentient, I’d probably have a cute pet name for it.
Learning.
I get out of my car to set off for school. It is morning, so dew still shines in the shadows of various things. I step lightly, as if afraid that I might wake the slumbering vegetation that surrounds the school. All around me other students rush off to one place or another. I wonder where all of these people go. There are many different kinds of people, all caught up in the same hustle and bustle. Seeing a few people I know, I wave, though they are rushing off to class also. There is a café nearby so I step in and am instantly met by an overabundance of smells. Big white walls and whiteboards greet me as I take my seat in the classroom. I know I will be itching to get out of this seat in about an hour, due to the hardness of the chair. I listen politely in class, sometimes letting my thoughts wander.
The continuing of education.
My attitude changes as the day goes on. Everything warms up, even the cold classrooms located deep inside the buildings. I finish my classes for the day.
Pondering.
I think about the day, and what needs to be done for tomorrow. I drive home, slightly tired, and drink some tea.
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