I’m just zoning out in class, nothing is being gathered, understood, or comprehended. I’m practically falling asleep.

“Now it is time to write.” My teacher says,

Oh yea, we still have class. I end up taking out my notebook and writing down my quick write. My head feels like it is filled with static.

That day flew by faster than any other day has ever gone, I ended up just writing how I was feeling and that was this short story. The rest of the day goes as follows;

I ended up writing my quick write, and let me be honest, that was really just me going through the motions, all of my energy felt as if it was getting drained out of me, just having a pencil on the paper felt like a paper roll trying to hold up lead.

As I was zoning out throughout that class period, the clock kept ticking. What felt like hours to me, were spans of seconds, but before I realized it I was already in my third hour. Math class. 

I remember glancing down at my sheets of paper, not paying any attention, I was just holding my lead-ridden pencil and drawing random shapes and figures. The chair felt like it was pulling me in, the teacher going on about something, I don't really care, I am just zoning.

As I was finally getting ready to pay attention, the bell rang, time to go to my fourth hour.

Droning. Going through the motions. Zoning. Whatever anyone wants to call what I was doing, being mentally present would not be one of them, but the clock kept ticking. Tick… tock…

“Sports are important…” My brain would not allow anything to be processed for some reason, “and that is why…” Yeah, this is not going to be a productive day, I am just going to throw in the towel, call it a day, and strap in for the ride, “marketing night…”

My fourth hour, just like the past three, blended together into a slurry of rants and writing. Now it is off to my fifth hour. Tick… tock...

Now my fifth hour is done. Lunch. Finally, some sort of energy has been brought out of me, this lunch period was what woke me up from this drained nightmare, my friends and I were cracking jokes, holding conversations, even eating, what a surprise. I could not imagine how being drained felt, my day finally won’t suck, now we are off on the right foot.

Energy gone. The bell rang, lunch ended and so did all of that random energy.

Notes, lectures, and more notes. My two most boring classes are the last two hours of the day. Being awake was not an option, but somehow I managed. Tick… tock…

Lecturing, shmecturing. God, I do not want to be here. What else could I do to be occupied? This is the most boring class ever. would they notice if I went to sleep? Probably. I won’t do that. Oh, we are writing again. Shoot, I'm doodling. Yeah, these notes are incomprehensible. Ya know, I could easily not do this right now. Oh, more notes, mhm, yea, whatever she said, I agree, mhm, sure, ok cool. 

My thoughts were anything but organized and that day was all but useful. I ended up learning absolutely nothing that day. There was no point, besides when I was eating, that I could confidently say I was mentally present. The mindless hoops I jumped through that day felt monotonous, escapeless, the most anti-climatic day ever. I hit a plateau and that plateau was the figurative ‘bar none’ people talk about.

That day passed quicker than any other day and I could not tell you one thing about it except the written proof I have of it and here it is.