Freewriting

Ahh. Highschool. The mingled stink of pubescent boys and cheap perfume permeated the air of the hallways, leaving permanent memories stamped on the membrane of my nose.

The beginning of my sophomore year started with the class I most looked forward to - English. I sat ready with my netbook open, fingers poised over the keyboard, eager to learn the secrets to writing. Then, the teacher marched in.

Just over 5 foot tall, she sashayed to the front of the room, pushing her ever so stylish "nerd" glasses up her nose. Her slanted eyes greeted us with a smirk that made the bottom of my stomach weigh heavy.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ms. Catty.* We will go over the class rules first."

And so we set the stage to what became the bane of my existence that year - English class. Ms. Catty made our lives miserable. She seemed to always be making up for what she lacked in height in bitchiness. One of her favorite things to make us do was to "freewrite." Generally, I don't mind freewriting, but she made it the worst 20 minutes of my week.

I can still hear her pointed shoes tapping as she walked behind each of her students, pausing to chastise one or another. The same 2 classical songs on repeat played in the background. Da-Da-doooo.

I, being the passive aggressive rebel I was, made a point of freewriting with my eyes closed. She couldn't yell at me for not participating after all. It was like a silent standoff with quite a bit of poor grammar and punctuation mixed in.

This is one of my freewrites:

What is life anyways. It is nothing but the dirt and chemicals and evrything else just pressing upn one another in hope that somethingmight be accompplished. Th eepitomy of this is shown in typing on a keyboard. Thoguhts, prayers, love, hate anything and everythign could be expressed throguh just the mechanical motions of pressing the keys down on the keybaord. If that is the kcase then why do we do it? We all were born of two sex cells merging togherther, and not even becoming one. They merged to become something ELSE. Something our parents could ever dream of creating or viewing because we are alive and a form of body that no one else can see. We are well we are just going through th emotions of living when we eat or when we drink or when we even go to work to get that money to be ableto go and eat and drink and do these things. Life is merely but going through the motions. All we do is just move things around in our daily lives sothat we may continue to see another day in which to live. There is aa saying that goes that you must always eat to live but don't live to eat. Bbut in a sense weare all living to eat in one way. It all goes in one end and comes ou the other in a paradox. Food itself is almost a wste if you look t it on a biologiical scale, which I know most people don't unless they're talking about the damned evolution theory that always pissses me off. But thats another sotry for anoter day for another year. So if i'm correct in saying that all we do as human beings is to live to et, and to live to go throguh the motions, then what is TRULY living. What's the point of all this except to end other organisms lives earlier.

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*Name changed because if she ever comes on here I don't want her to kill me.Plus, Catty is a much better description of her - barring curse words.

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Also, I basically posted this because I wanted an excuse to post the freewrites. It's been forever since I've read them, and it kinda shows my state of mind at the time. Woo, growing up is fun!