Study Hall

Everyday when the clock strikes 10:52 my hour of sitting in a freezing quiet room starts, along with it comes boredom and loneliness.  I'm not sitting here typing because I want you to feel sorry for me, honestly if you want to feel bad for someone feel bad for that poor guy who sits in the seat farthest away from everyone who just sits there, seriously every day I look back and there he is, 5'11ish boy, with brown scruffy hair, and not the best fashion sense sitting alone with only his thoughts to entertain him.  I at least have a school laptop to entertain me, if only they didn't block all the fun websites.  At least they didn't block this one.  I used to have study hall with one of my best friends Alex, we would sit in the silent meat locker and talk about the most random of topics.  Subjects would include such things as annoying people, Merlin, crushes, disgusting things she did with boys, and complain about teachers/popular bimbos.  Now she moved to North Dakota, a state I now learned to be full of attractive tall single guys and plenty of jobs (Actually work not the dirty stuff.)  I decided to fill my time I used to spend with her, typing in this blog because I might as well do something that looks productive so the Study Hall Teacher doesn't yell at me for goggling pictures of hot shirtless guys....again.