Friday, March 2, 2012
The End of the Week
It's super long but almost hopeful too. It seems so far away, the end of the day, yet so near. It's so much harder to wait because you know what's around the corner. It's almost like a hopeful kind of wait, especially when you have to muck through other stuff.
Technically, I'm supposed to be reading from the lifeguard manual in school right now (because my gym teacher is absent and doesn't trust our sub to diligently watch us. Teachers of all kinds never trust subs with anything so they are basically just overpaid babysitters) but I am so bored and tired that I cannot find it in me. If you read my previous post, you know that crisis situations aren't my best thing. You know, because I'm kind of oblivious and clueless. I also happen to be not to be the best swimmer, doggy-paddling through class. That's a different story, though.
And then it comes. That beacon is there. It comes every Friday at the end of the week. At that point, you are overjoyed. Friday is that drop of water to your thirsty self. That alone is enough to make you want to utterly rejoice at the top of your lungs.
It's beautiful. Quite beautiful. I feel excited right now, waiting for it and I must say that this day isn't ending quite as quickly as I had hoped but I'm already mapping out my weekend now.
All I have to do is hope.
The end of the week is sweet. I just need it to come right now so that I have some sweet version of freedom.