What does a school mean?
Does it mean waking up at 6:37 sharp, lying down for 5 more minutes, and coming to your senses and making your way to the shower?
Does it mean driving to school with all the slow traffic and worthless school zones that make life almost unbearable?
Maybe school means getting to the last class and realizing you have to run at least 3 miles after; out in the cold; and maybe the rain.
Possibly ohhh possibly, maybe school is getting in your car right after running and sticking to the seats while you try and cool the car that's been cooking up since the beginning of the day.
School is all of these to me.
but once it does end you realize that home is the place you can finally get to, a place that has the perfect temperature where you don't stick to the seats, where you go and take a long nap to makeup for the terrible morning, where you do your homework but mainly live off of ichat.
Home can never be like school.
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