The Monotony of school life

“I woke up to the buzz of my alarm at 6:30 am, but I hit the snooze button and fell back asleep. My mom woke me up again at 7:30 am, reminding me I was running late for school. As I rushed to get ready, I couldn’t help but think that sleep is like a drug – even the most sensible teenager can get hooked!

While my school life has its moments, it took me a while to find my footing. I’m not a fan of how some teachers come across as preachy, talking down to us like we’re in need of redemption. I don’t disrespect them, but I don’t have much time for their lectures either. There are a few teachers who stand out for their kindness and dedication, but even when I try to appreciate them, I’m reminded of the bullying some students have experienced at the hands of some teachers. It’s unfortunate that school is often the first place where children face discrimination, perpetuated by those who are supposed to support us.

I arrived at school just in time for assembly, which I dread. The long, loud prayers feel like a cacophony of screams rather than singing. It’s a place where the whole school gathers to make a racket. Honestly, I’m sick of assembly.

As I sat down, my mind wandered to the tree I had written about in my journal, its branches and roots symbolizing the contradictions in my own life. I felt a pang of restlessness, a desire to break free from the monotony of school life. Then, I saw someone who caught my eye – a beautiful girl with stunning bangs and a tomboyish appearance. I’ve always had a thing for tomboys. She’d become my new observation project. I’m straight, but I often pretend to be interested in girls because I’m afraid of falling in love. It’s a weird defense mechanism, I know.

Then, I noticed a guy who looked exactly like the kind of guy you’d imagine in a novel. I felt drawn to him, but I’m afraid of falling in love. So, I tried to push my feelings aside. Despite my best efforts, I found myself developing a crush on him – my bad! But no one knows I like him because Sophia already has a thing for him, and I’m not interested in pursuing a high school crush. Yet, I still ended up writing poems about him – I know, I’m an idiot! It’s frustrating because I know he won't like me back, which would be a blow to my self-esteem. And honestly, I’m not even interested in a relationship right now, so why did I even develop feelings for him? He’s incredibly handsome and looks exactly like the kind of guy you’d imagine in a novel. I’m not going to lie, it’s hard to resist that!

I’m convinced that if he works out and develops a muscular build, he’ll be irresistible to everyone. Interestingly, he sometimes acts flamboyantly, but I’m pretty sure he’s straight. I try to avoid him, but I can’t help sneaking glances.

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