a typical week of Pisay

Yes, as much as I hate to say it, this week was a typical week of Pisay. Even the oddness and abnormalities of Pisay have their own standards of normality, namely stress, cramming, homework, quizzes, depression, corny jokes, laughter, hyperness, and letting people copy homework.

Every week has its own set of snapshots, too, moments you want to freeze in time and go back to when life gets a little too crazy, and since I can't freeze them in time, I try to write them down. I probably fail, but well, at least I'm just defeated and not a loser (go Sir Arghs!).

~o~

A light rain fell over the school, over the field where the class was playing. The sky was a misty, swirling color of nothingness that was really condensed droplets of water vapor that was due to fall as rain sometime in the future. The lack of color and warmth and sunlight did not drain the life from the students, though- it seemed as though the rain that gave life to various organisms gave life to them as well. Yes, many members of the class were out in the rain, playing various sports and suffering the catcalls that came from their dry classmates who were taking shelter in the grandstands that were anything but grand. The class's noise rang over the area of field and grandstand, echoing off the school buildings, bouncing back at equal angles but with diminished energy. Passerby turned to stare at the students playing in the rain, wondering why some comment or other caused them all to laugh, wondering how they had the stubbornness and energy to run around or just to shout at their friends with the indescribable insanity they had.

~o~

A rather motley crew they were, the eight gathered together in the bookstore, arguing as if eternity was made to enable them to fight and effectively blocking the aisle to all other people. The way they talked- their shared laughter, their comments about past events, their absurd witticisms- showed that they were friends of sort, something that couldn't have been deduced otherwise. They debated over the smallest of things, fussing over the colors of paper, passing responsibilities on to others, forever arguing, forever noisy.

~o~

some days are just plain terrible. they start out terrible and seem to get worse as they progress. no turnaround. no saving grace. anything good that may have happened gets quashed by whatever follows, is left unnoticed when placed side by side with everything else. when these days end, you're so grateful that they did, and you'll want to sleep and sleep and never wake up just to prevent them from happening again. but they will, the way history insists on repeating itself again and again and again until you learn from it.

~o~

Music played in the background as the sun set over the school. The orange-pink afterglow of dusk in polluted cities was painted all over the skies, and the streetlamps and flag lights were all on to cover up for the darkness. Whatever slight bit of daylight that was left illuminated the now-bare flagpoles and the letters that spelled out the school's name.

The flagrantly-flaring lights shone on the group of students seated by the flagpole. It was odd, the way people- and near-human entities- could spend all day in each other's company, and yet never tire of each other, and what they each had to say.

~o~

Craziness, I know, but well, the week was crazy.

a typical week of Pisay

Yes, as much as I hate to say it, this week was a typical week of Pisay. Even the oddness and abnormalities of Pisay have their own standards of normality, namely stress, cramming, homework, quizzes, depression, corny jokes, laughter, hyperness, and letting people copy homework.

Every week has its own set of snapshots, too, moments you want to freeze in time and go back to when life gets a little too crazy, and since I can't freeze them in time, I try to write them down. I probably fail, but well, at least I'm just defeated and not a loser (go Sir Arghs!).

~o~

A light rain fell over the school, over the field where the class was playing. The sky was a misty, swirling color of nothingness that was really condensed droplets of water vapor that was due to fall as rain sometime in the future. The lack of color and warmth and sunlight did not drain the life from the students, though- it seemed as though the rain that gave life to various organisms gave life to them as well. Yes, many members of the class were out in the rain, playing various sports and suffering the catcalls that came from their dry classmates who were taking shelter in the grandstands that were anything but grand. The class's noise rang over the area of field and grandstand, echoing off the school buildings, bouncing back at equal angles but with diminished energy. Passerby turned to stare at the students playing in the rain, wondering why some comment or other caused them all to laugh, wondering how they had the stubbornness and energy to run around or just to shout at their friends with the indescribable insanity they had.

~o~

A rather motley crew they were, the eight gathered together in the bookstore, arguing as if eternity was made to enable them to fight and effectively blocking the aisle to all other people. The way they talked- their shared laughter, their comments about past events, their absurd witticisms- showed that they were friends of sort, something that couldn't have been deduced otherwise. They debated over the smallest of things, fussing over the colors of paper, passing responsibilities on to others, forever arguing, forever noisy.

~o~

some days are just plain terrible. they start out terrible and seem to get worse as they progress. no turnaround. no saving grace. anything good that may have happened gets quashed by whatever follows, is left unnoticed when placed side by side with everything else. when these days end, you're so grateful that they did, and you'll want to sleep and sleep and never wake up just to prevent them from happening again. but they will, the way history insists on repeating itself again and again and again until you learn from it.

~o~

Music played in the background as the sun set over the school. The orange-pink afterglow of dusk in polluted cities was painted all over the skies, and the streetlamps and flag lights were all on to cover up for the darkness. Whatever slight bit of daylight that was left illuminated the now-bare flagpoles and the letters that spelled out the school's name.

The flagrantly-flaring lights shone on the group of students seated by the flagpole. It was odd, the way people- and near-human entities- could spend all day in each other's company, and yet never tire of each other, and what they each had to say.

~o~

Craziness, I know, but well, the week was crazy.