Time plays a role in all of our lives . Taking us captive at night with sleep and leaving us free during the times where boredom sets in. How time does this I cannot say. But a mystical thing it is, what we call time.
Time creates memories; memories create feelings; feelings create experience; experience creates emotion; emotion creates love; love creates life; life creates more life; excess life creates groups; groups creates happiness, and happiness creates humans.
To set a place if time, I will start with an average day like last Wednesday. This day was so normal it was almost horrible to get through it.
The previous days consisted of inaccuracies, inconsistencies, and inconveniences with my mother, who dropped a bomb on my just a few days before. These disparities not only started off the week but also the year. So I was acquainted with missing the first couple hours of the morning at school to be dragged to the imprudent and rash messes my mother made along the trail of motherhood. It was arduous for me, but for her convenience everything was always on the table no matter what these things did to those around her. These rash actions played a role in my everyday life and in the everyday world of being with my mother.
To turn back to the day we call Wednesday, I am obligated to do. Whenever I go to school, repetition sets the precedent for everything that I know will come in the next 7 hours. In this school repetition suits itself quite well.
For everything is always the same day I'm and day out. No matter if one is there or not. The students open their books and complain about how horrible their lives are without understanding any of the lessons being taught to them. These complaints vary among the students, but just as repition suits this school well, so does consistency. This continues through most if the day and, then hopefully, it is gone because the day is over. The students do not care for their studies. Putting stuff in their lockers and taking them out so that they move on their way. This exchange and the common qualities attributed to students continue through the day till everyone is worn out from this repition. They do not change. No one is willing to put in any effort to change. The prom committees slave away trying to get money that the class is not willing to out in. People are not willing to do anything for anybody as it will, “take time.” All of these things repeat everyday. Nothing changes.
The teachers fall under this repition the most. Teachers assign homework, lecture, give out test, and put grades in. Some fail at the latter of all of these things but that is for another time. Hour after hour the students go through them, as they just repeat over and over again. Some teachers add a little spice, that gives the soup we call school a small, sweet taste of success, but this only last a few seconds. This spice is the occasional projects or in-depth essay that one can spend much time on, but these only last so long. Eventually the repition comes back.
No organization can stop this. The National Honors Society only makes people change because they get a good response on their resume. Student Council doesn't do anything, actually the SC makes it worse. By not doing anything to stop the repition of meetings to where everything is talked about but nothing is done, plagues this school with the horrors of consistency that make great nations fall and good people bad.
