MAY 19, 1961
Daily Morning Dilemma
I wonder if the Board of Education has ever considered giving students a credit for the ordeal they have to go through to merely come to school. I'm sure that if the members were aware of what goes on every morning, they might consider it.
My day usually begins with a roar that could easily belong to one of those new atomic jets. My mother tells me it's called an alarm clock. I think it would be more pleasant to wake up to Reveille The next major task on the agenda is getting out of bed. I think about it for about a minute or so. Then I decide it is an entirely bad idea. I ignore t and fall asleep for 15 minutes. The second time I awake, I have to get up because now I'm late. So I drag myself from out of the bed and trip over the electric blanket control. The only good thing about this is that it reminds me to turn off the switch.
Once I'm in the bathroom I begin to wake up. This is mainly due to the brisk wind that comes from the window. I grope around and finally shut the window. The water comes gushing from the faucets, and I wash my face. When I'm all finished washing, I head back to my bedroom. This usually takes from two to three minutes. It's very dark in the house, and I usually end up in the wrong room. Once I was completely dressed in a dish towel before I realized I was in the kitchen.
Getting dressed is probably the most difficult feat of the morning. After I make a check of what I've already worn during
Now, where is that darn bus pass? Let's see I think it's orange this week. Here it is. No, that's one from last year. I'm going to have to clean my wallet soon. Darn it! I know I bought one. NO! Everyone is not on the bus! Wouldn't you know I'd be the last one on the bus. Crushed against the door no less! What Mr. Man? Yes I have a bus pass, but I can't seem to find it. Really I do. Honest. Twenty-five cents huh! Okay, but you'll have to wait till I get it though. Now where is that wallet? I couldn't have lost it, I just had it. Gee, I don't remember putting it in my pocket. Here you are, sir. Oh, I don't think I can stand this ride another day! There is nev-er any variety. We always go the same way. Even a small change would be nice. I don't think I've ever seen what the back of the bus looks like, Here we go again. I'd like to say a few words to the guy that gave this bus driver his license. All we do is stop and start. It's not the stopping and starting that particularly irritates me. It's that constant jerking. The "Tower of Pisa" is leaning again. Will I ever make it to school? Whew! We've finally made it. I can't wait till the 8:15 bell rings so I can go to classes and rest!