He lay on his bed, waiting for the Grim Reaper to come abduct him. "I am a good man, why must you make me endure this pain?" He questioned no one in particular, "I have nothing to make me happy. All I have are a few hundred ungrateful children at a middle school. A middle school. A jail containing B.O, premature relationships and despair. Just take me!" No one responded. The man finally gave up his shenanigans and got out of bed. "Perhaps a miracle will happen, one day."
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Drowsily, Mr. Smith walked to his desk. He examined his untidy room, imagining if he had the energy to clean it up.
If my students are going to come make it dirty again, what is the point of cleaning it?
He didn't know what to do, he had been getting more than eight hours of sleep per night, but still had no energy. He chugged energy drinks until they burned his throat, and ate almost no sugary foods. He could barely read music to teach his students. Everything was blurry, he could barely make out other peoples faces. He needed a solution, he needed a nap.
He couldn't nap now though, not when a stampede of 6th graders came into his room. They ran to the right to grab their music, they walked to the left to put their bags on the floor littered with crumbled papers and his tears.
I need a solution.
"Good morning class," he recited in a monotone voice, "will someone lead stretches?" 3 hands shot up, and 2 more followed behind. "Meghan will, thank you." He tripped over his feet while walking to his desk that was in the top right corner of his room. He got out a sheet of manila paper and titled it "My plan for success in 5 steps." Now, all he needed were the 5 steps. As he continued to think about this, he went back and taught his class.
A few days passed and the paper became a home for dust. Mr.Smith used his last bit of energy trying to think of something, looking for a small spark of hope. It wasn't until a short, 6th grade student came to him and saw his paper. "What is that?" She asked excitedly, as Mr.Smith hid the paper. "Mr.Smith, you've already succeeded in life, right?" She continued, "What do you need to fix?" Mr.Smith pondered her statement.
I am pretty great. I've never made a mistake in my life, I have a girlfriend, I have a job, I have friends...
"Listen, Megan, it's not that I don't have an amazing life. It's just I don't have enough energy to live my life."
"That sounds really philosophical, so I'm not going to get too involved,"
"Good. You shou—"
"But you should totally try drinking coffee."
"Coffee?"
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