Exasperation to Vigorous Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock continues to yell into my ear. It’s more annoying than the sound of a screeching chalk board. The entire time that it went on all I could hear was school. School, the place of torture, gives me a vibe that makes me dread going To sleep since I’ll wake up into the same repeating nightmare. Pop! Pop! My arms start feeling as loose as old shoes as I start to stretch. Just the thought of going to school makes my head start going, Thump! Thump! Thump! Although I don’t want to go to school God is my shield Of protection that pushes me forward day to day. After I get done Praying my day is as bright as the brainwashers from Men In Black. As I Walk into the building the doors open with their arms out and greet me In. In school I am a fresh sponge, ready to absorb new learning methods. This flow always seems to continue until 7th hour when time runs as Slow as a snail on concrete. I’m as impatient as a starving pitbull while The clock laughs at me in a very mocking way. Finally the bell rings and I Am a road runner trying to get to my school bus. Unlike 7th hour the bus Ride is very brief, but now I’m as stressed as a chief of police.