today was one of those days where the universe said, “let’s see how much chaos we can cram into eight hours,” and honestly? it succeeded.
so ms. felker is on jury duty, meaning substitute time. normally that’s when everyone forgets basic human behavior, but after the last sub situation where we fully lost our minds and got a step, the whole class decided to act right. like suddenly everyone’s polite, calm, doing their work.
everyone except me.
miss vicky starts checking our yellow folders — the folders where all our work goes so we can pretend we’re organized. and i really tried to sell the idea that i finished everything. like, “yep, all done, gold star please.”
except… it wasn’t done. the work was in there, but it was unfinished in the most “i meant to do it, i swear” way. and she checked. of course she checked. she opened that folder like she was about to expose me on live tv, and there it was: my half-done stuff calling me out.
then in the bus line, my friend decides to throw himself onto the floor like he’s auditioning for a stunt role. just full dramatic collapse for funsies. everyone staring. absolute performance art.
after school, i get off the bus, and my phone chooses violence. full volume. no hesitation. it starts blasting a song about frogs being gay. i haven’t moved that fast in years trying to shut it off.
and then, the finale: my garage refuses to open. i’m just standing there after the longest eight hours ever, calling my dad like, “hey… yeah… it’s happening again.
eight hours of chaos.
zero hours of peace.
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