By Phoenixfeather
Sit down at my standard issue desk, in my standard issue math class.
Why is math so boring? Why is it that the hardest subject is the one
that is the hardest to stay awake in! I get out a piece of paper and
start taking notes, about some sort of angles, I think. I don't even
understand half of it anyway. I will pay attention...I will not let my
mind wander! Listen some more to the teacher's droning words, not even
really hearing them, just the tone. No! I must concentrate....I can't
afford to fail math again. I try to listen, but the words and explanations
make no sense, like the teacher is speaking in a foreign language that
everyone but me can understand. Look down at my paper, the little blue
lines look so inviting, I could just ignore all this horribly boring
information my teacher is so enthusiasically spouting and slip off into
my own little world of paper and pencil. Sketching and creating to
spark the fire in my now-stagnent brain.
Sigh.
This is getting me no where fast! I tear my eyes away from the paper
force myself to sit up straight, eyes glued to the overhead.
I must concentrate!
......Apparently my eyes were only elmers-glued to the overhead because
they keep unfocusing, turning inward to more appealing ventures.
Grrrrr, I'm such an idiot! I must concentrate..I
..must...
...dammit.
I raise a little white flag in surrender and let all the thoughts,
ponders, ideas, characters and creations that I had been holding at bay,
rush through my head. Like a flash flood. I pounce on one at random,
taking hold, examining, poking and proding it, trying to understand
and further develop this unique thing. I hunker down in my desk,
trying to hid behind the girl infront of me, so that my teacher won't
call on me while I'm drifing like this.
Push the on button. Music starts playing in my head, its "Infinity"
by Megumi Hayashibara, a song I know well enough to remember the words and
melody without even trying.
Pencil to paper, drawing helps me think. Get lost in the lines and
shading, the eyes and spiky hair of my anoynoumous anime creation.
Ah, bliss. I love to draw!
Look around, everyone is getting out their math books. I'd better do
same. Fumble around in the depths of my generic school backpack,
finally pulling out my lifeless math book. Open it to a random page and
retreat back to my self-made world.
The music changes, this time the song is
"Ultra Relaxed" by Shinohara Tomoe. My thoughts take a turn for the
decidely weird.
Resist the urge to giggle at a particularly interesting mental image
that last on brought up. This song is really catchy! I tap my foot ever
so slightly to the beat, I hope no one notices. What do I need to do today?
My thoughts plunge into the world of webmasters. Downloads, uploads, hits,
improvements, dialogue, MLs and projects. All the things I worry about
on a daily basis. Online I'm a webmaster of a site that gets 200 hits a day.
Here, I'm just a failing math student. Which is better? heheh, do the math.
Swivel my head around to check the clock. 2:20, this class is taking
forever! I want to get out of here, Set me free, you stupid bell!
The last thought triggers a song "Breeze" by Megumi Hayashibara, how
appropriate. I've got to get home and online, to implement all these ideas
I've come up with. I want to build, create, put my thoughts and muses into
reality!...Or virtual reality, but that too is a different type of reality.
Three tones sound.
I throw my bag indifferently over my shoulder and head out, of the stuffy
building, out of
the place where I spend six hours for five days a
week. grinning, I eagerly head for the bus, happy at the thought of going
back to the world that I never really leave.
I have thoughts, ideas, inspirations, creations and epiphanies that weren't there
an hour ago.
But I'm still horrible at Trigonometry.