eve1283
Every year it's the same thing. Every single divider always rips near the holes and the world turns dark and everything hates me. I hate cheap paper dividers. Plastic is the way to go. My papers become jumbled together and where the paper is loose near the hole, it pops out of the binder and I'm forced to shove the paper back in clumsily and in a hurry. After all, they only give me five minutes in between each period. I cant afford to be late to my next class. I shake off these thoughts as a senior shoves me in the hall. It's a mess of people, Like those fish that swim fluidly against each other in a giant ball. Except we're not pretty or reflect light. We look more like confused cows bumping into each other going to the slaughterhouse.
Leveled reminds me of the water right before it calms. That one last swell of the wave before the water stills and time stops. It is peaceful and assured. Leveled is even and leveled is not me.