My Morning

A modern story of stress on students.

A super sonic echo of singing fish and a violently blinding green light, flashing into a black night sky. Dancing tubas and an antagonizingly annoying rabbit. My word showing a striking resemblance to that of Alice’s wonderland. Jolting awake my body sweaty and exhausted, I look at the clock half expecting it to speak and yet all it does is flash 7:13 am. My dreams of worry were due to the upcoming day of change ahead of me. Showering and dressing accordingly I arrive at school pressed and dressed for success, sweat pants and a t-shirt with a pair of my most comfortable footwear. Testing would begin that morning and all I must achieve is an 80 to move on.