I needed a vacation after the countless weeks of sitting in a dim-lit, highschool classroom where teachers talked mindlessly about subject matter the students had no intention of learning.  I, a senior, hated school because after almost four long years of sitting in desks, was ready to begin my life.  My mind wandered carelessly as I stared out the small windows that lined the cement walls in which I was enclosed in, and all I really wanted was to be outside.  I needed fresh air to calm the stresses of the day and to put my mind at ease for a moment.  I was always brought right back into reality and felt myself sinking deeper into my chair, reminded of how much I hated math class.  I hated English class too, but for different reasons; it was because I could never allow my perfectionism to subside from my work as I stared blankly at the paper.  I would spend hours upon hours thinking, and still would produce very little.  School was hard for those who daydreamed about the possibilities of the weekend, their next game, or how they were going to finish that next homework assignment before the due date.  Those thoughts circled in the mind and caused eight hours to feel like an eternity, making school feel like it took all day.  I, someone who tried to balance education with everything else life requires, had other problems to worry about.  My life was hard, but that didn't stop me from showing up everyday ready to make the most of my time.  My peers would complain about the time wasted within the classroom, preaching about how school was boring.  Although I wanted to graduate, I will look back upon these moments and wish I could just spend one more day, sitting in the dimly lit classroom.