24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year. 5 out of seven days are weekdays. The days when we attend things like school or work. As for most up until the age of 18 about 9 months are spent on 8 long hour days of school. 8 dreadfully hours sitting, asking permission for the slightest things, creating an image for yourself, and other pointless things that will be thrown out the window as soon as you walk across that stage and grab your diploma. With that being said we spend at least 50 hours a week, 200 hours a month, and roughly 2,400 hours a year enrolled in school. Now, this may feel like useless information; holding little to no significance to anything. Sure, the amount of time we spend in and out of school is nearly worthless, but the choices you make within that time are where it'll matter most.
Some dread everything about school; the teachers, the students, just everything counting down the seconds on the clock until they can go home to their peaceful paradise, where everything is perfectly fine for them. Others have a passion for learning and befriending, socializing, and altogether enjoying their time there. Then there are the people who see school as an escape. Somewhere to get away from the demons that haunt them at home.
A place where all that mattered before they passed through the threshold hold of the school no longer matters until that sound of that last bell. At a glance, school is just school, but to the next no one knows what lies underneath. No one but themself.
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What We Did Last Summer
عاطفية(TW) Substance Abuse, Mental Health, Homophobia Laya Jackson was on a summer trip to Universal Studios. Where she happened to cross paths Maxine Sawyer. Laya and Max go on to have the time of their lives, but like all good things, they must come to...
