It started at 6:05 AM, and then again at 6:10 AM, and again at 6:15 AM, as my three consecutive alarms woke me up three consecutive times. I woke to go work out with my Dad at his office, and lifted weights, ran, and jumped for an hour before school. I crammed bagels and oatmeal and a protein shake into my mouth, and drove up the hill to my first class.
My first class was U.S. History, and we had a Document Based Question test (which I was hardly prepared for), and I completely forgot a core idea to the topic, which was Jefferson’s presidency. After turning in my test to a smiling teacher, who saw the look of “Welp” on my face, I rushed down to South campus for a Latin class. The night before, I thought I had done a terrific job on the homework—it only took me 20 minutes while watching the Warriors game—but, as it turned out, I read the syllabus a day in advance and did the wrong homework. She even collected it, and said, “I’ll just keep this for tomorrow.” 45 minutes later, I walked back up to Middle campus to have my Math class. The second quarter had just started, and in the “First Quarter Reflection”, someone had written that they wanted “more lecture time in class”. What a great idea! My teacher really took their advice to heart and, while it may have pleased that one person, I was not feeling very pleased. Nevertheless, I made it through the class to Lunch, and had a great, filling chicken burrito, and headed to the music room, just to play some jazz piano to clear my mind.
I was really feeling the groove, and finally my day was starting to look up… until I noticed an eerie silence from the hallway. A minute later, I busted into my Physics class, apologizing for being ten minutes late. Our teacher was midway through a lecture, so I had to grab my friend’s notes after. By the end of that class, I was about done with school for the day, and looking ahead to the night of homework, but entered the music room for our Jazz Ensemble class. And, for the next 45 minutes, played music with the class until all the stress of the day melted away. I walked out of school into the street, and could see the bay from Jackson St. What a day. I had a whole 5 hours until basketball, so I could just relax.
The thing about UHS is that the intensities of daily life just lead to greater appreciation of time, values, privilege, and self-fulfillment. Also, this was probably the worst day I’ve had at UHS. So, if I doesn’t sound that bad, good for you. And if it even does sound bad, know that there were much better days that greatly outnumber this hectic one.