Post by Toby Richardson on Apr 15, 2009 17:49:00 GMT -5
"We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside"
It was fourth period, and History had barely begun. The teacher stood at the front of the room pointing to a picture he had projected on the board. But I honestly didn't care. Uncle George used to teach history for high school in his younger years, so I could just ask him. I tapped my pencil on the table lightly so I wouldn't annoy anyone around me. I rested my head on my arm and closed my eyes for a brief moment. But when I opened my eyes again, thirty minutes had passed, but no one seemed to have noticed. Just as I lifted my head, the teacher came by and handed me three sheets of paper to start my essay on. I didn't even know what we were supposed to be writing about, so I just slipped the paper into my binder and pulled out the history book.
I opened the book and began flipping through the pages as if I was looking for something in the book. On a regular basis I was pretty engaged in class, but today just wasn't the day. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night, which explains the light bags under my eyes. I glanced at the clock above the door, there were only forty-five minutes of class left, but time seemed to stretch on forever. I watched the minute hand slowly make it's way around the clock, and with every strike the ticking of the clock just seemed to get louder and louder. It was only a matter of time before I would fall back asleep.
Lyrics By: Switchfoot "Meant to Live"