The sun was rising in the east, it was Monday, and Jeremy's window was filled with the glowing light of morning. The light woke Jeremy up, and in a happily half-awakened daze he sat up and looked out the window. It was a beautiful day outside, and he couldn't wait to get out and enjoy it. He ran out of his room, slid down the banister on the stairs, and nearly smashed through the front door before his mother, who had discerned his intent, called to him.
"Jeremy Thomas Smith!" She called, in the way that scolding mothers do, "What do you think you're doing going outside with no shirt on?"
Reluctantly, Jeremy went back to his room to don the proper attire for going outside. He then repeated the last sentence of the first paragraph.
"Jeremy Thomas Smith!" Mrs. Smith yelled in a somewhat more scolding way, "You haven't even had breakfast yet! You can't go outside without having breakfast and doing your chores."
By the time Jeremy finished breakfast and chores, it was time to leave for school. That lasted from nine until three, and nothing noteworthy happened (that is, judging by Jeremy's lack of notes). Already, the day was mostly gone.
When Jeremy got home, he found out that he had forgotten some of his chores, and had to finish those, which took until 4. Then, his mother told him he couldn't go outside until he had put on sunscreen, of which there was none in the house. Jeremy and his mother went to the store to buy some, and by the time they got home it was almost 5.
Finally, Jeremy could go outside, but his mother demanded that he be back by dark. So Jeremy, his excitement blunted by the long day and his zeal murdered by the dark side of monotony, went outside to play.
The sun set around 6:30, and Jeremy had to go inside to eat dinner. What was a beautiful day lasted only an hour and a half for Jeremy, and he went inside -- not with a satisfied feeling of fatigue after a well-spent day, but with the feeling of unfinished business and disappointment at all of the proverbial hoops he'd been made to jump through before he got a little bit of what he wanted. The day ended all too soon, and Jeremy went to bed knowing he'd wasted almost the whole thing.
The world, he concluded, is a cruel place indeed.
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Someone remind me why I'm in college again...
2 comments:
You're in college so you can get a job to spend all day working so you can keep a house to sleep in while you aren't working....
Clearly.
"He then repeated the last sentence of the first paragraph."
Whoa, getting a little metafictional there....
If Thoreau could sleep in a 2'x6' railroad toolbox, so can I!
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