When I was growing up the only distraction in class what the wall clock. I remember watching the seconds hand go slowly around, 60 times and then the bell at least, and then we’d do this 3 more times and finally it was lunch time, we ate gelatinous meat like protein paste with mashed potatoes and go back to class and I’d watch the seconds hand go around 240 more times before we had the hour and a half bus ride home.
I never did homeworks but still passed. We didn’t have anything to do and I didn’t want to do much of anything anyway. I’d watch TV, it was almost always stuff I’d seen before, cartoon slop and obvious lies and half-truth on the news program.
At some point I would finally become unconscious in bed, then wake up too early and do it all again. This lasted about 12 years and then I had to find a job and then things took a turn for the worse because I couldn’t just watch the wall clock anymore. At least if I wanted to eat I couldn’t.
When I was growing up the only distraction in class what the wall clock. I remember watching the seconds hand go slowly around, 60 times and then the bell at least, and then we’d do this 3 more times and finally it was lunch time, we ate gelatinous meat like protein paste with mashed potatoes and go back to class and I’d watch the seconds hand go around 240 more times before we had the hour and a half bus ride home.
I never did homeworks but still passed. We didn’t have anything to do and I didn’t want to do much of anything anyway. I’d watch TV, it was almost always stuff I’d seen before, cartoon slop and obvious lies and half-truth on the news program.
At some point I would finally become unconscious in bed, then wake up too early and do it all again. This lasted about 12 years and then I had to find a job and then things took a turn for the worse because I couldn’t just watch the wall clock anymore. At least if I wanted to eat I couldn’t.