The Window Seat

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Since I’m in Senior High now, the privilege of choosing a seat in class is finally within my grasp. Before, our advisers would just strategically assign us seats wherein maximum order is attained, but those days are long gone, and I wish not to cross their paths once more.

Currently, we’re allowed to sit anywhere in class. This is such a big deal for a quiet person like myself since I hated being surrounded by people who were too loud. My eyesight denied me the solitude of a seat at the back, thus, the noise accompanied me day by day.

This year, I chose a window seat for my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays (Amir takes the same seat for the rest of the week, though I only have one class with her on those days), and I am in love with my seat.

High school feels like a routine. There’s nothing really exciting about my school: we leave for school, we have classes, we go back to the dorms. The most enthralling of the day happens in the dorm, and it often goes along the line of seeing my sims or destroying zombies on my phone. I enjoy the company of my friends at school, but even they can’t save me from the routine. So if I wanted to make the most out of my day, I might as well enjoy the view.

A window seat provides an astonishing view, especially with the situation of our buildings. You can see everyone in the building across and in the swings below. Since the school is in a rural community, the sky is always blue and the grass gives off a green which I thought existed only in 64 Crayola boxes. If you were lucky enough, you might even lock eyes with an eagle soaring above. If it was only possible to capture the scene with my eyes, then a thousand words wouldn’t cut it.

I might be exaggerating the view though, but in all honesty, it might take only one look at the sky to momentarily break free from all frustrations. Well, that coupled with a wind that never stays still. What I also like about a window seat is the constant supply of air that smells like nature. Not the kind of jungle-nature smell, but the grass-and-flowers-and-a-lake-nature kind of smell. I’ve lived in the city center for most of my life, and the air never felt fresh there. Sure, it moved to and fro, but it was half-caused by vehicles, and you could feel particles of whatever attacking your skin. By the window, I feel like Pocahontas, with my hair following the wind, and my self facing the horizon.

So Eca’s disappointed with her quiz so I said “Don’t be sad, look at the sky”… Don’t think that helped

Of course, I could never dislike the quiet provided by a window seat. Only 2 students  surround you, and the noise from the center of the room focuses its gravity there. The sounds radiate from the center but by the time it hits the wall, little can be heard. I know I shouldn’t accustom my self to silence, but it’s quite difficult when the calm is all you long for.

At the window seat, there is a sort of tranquility that revolves in its atmosphere. If you look away from the board and shift your view to what’s outside, you temporarily forget why you’re at school. Life seems like a riddle you’ve solved, and all of your time can be exchanged for the scenery. Enlightenment doesn’t really require years of searching for yourself, it requires finding the spot you’re most comfortable in, and you know you’ve found it if you are able to detach yourself from worldly concerns just by looking around you.

Anyway, here’s a picture of my friend, Eca, and my roommate, Andrea. They’re working out 😥😥😥, it must be nice to be physically active.

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I Can’t Sleep

I’d like to believe that it broke on its own, but it was totally my fault since my saiyan hand hung on to it in an awkward fashion. “It” was already fragile to begin with, but I tugged at it too hard when I slipped on the first step of the ladder. I, ultimately, jumped off while still holding on to it, and, apparently, it was an awful leap. It was like plunging into an abyss and my treasures had to go down with me. However, I was so confused when I couldn’t feel the Earth’s gravity sucking me into the void. The world was perfectly in tact. Nothing had changed, I didn’t have any loot, the apocalypse wasn’t coming, and my roommates were all in bed. For a moment, I was battling the atmosphere, but the next moment, there were tiles beneath me. The sudden delusion left me little pain, I miscalculated the distance so the impact twisted my ankle, and I got a few cuts on my hand…

The deck railing was still in my hand, dangling from the unscathed post at the other end. I broke it off. Hurrah, hurrah. I could die at any moment on that deck now, provided that I’d be sleeping soundly. I have crafted a machine that might diminish the unending supply of bed hogs and repel unproductive beings. Furthermore, insomniacs are given one more reason to lack sleep.

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On that note, the panic got to me after an hour, and I just couldn’t close my eyes anymore. When I sleep, I sleep in the most unruly positions, such that my legs and arms are hanging off the edges of the bed. If I roll over, and the deck railing is missing, I could only hope I don’t die. I must have brushed past death a couple of times; thankfully, the deck railing saved me each time. I moved my mattress to the floor. I apologize to my roommates for the commotion. It was 11:00 PM, and I caused a whole lot of ruckus. From the rattling of the railing on the bed frame to the thumping of the mattress, even my wheezing from exhaustion, my imaginations must have disturbed your sleep.I know that we all have a long exam today, and taking it requires a good amount of sleep. Forgive me, and please study well. I am truly sorry, guys. 🙏

Anyway, I was planning on telling the manager later, so she can have it repaired. I really hope that they’d give me a lower deck in my final grade next year. There are too many troubles being on top: risk of falling and breaking your neck, forgetting something and having to go back down to retrieve it, very bright light, and being sensitive to every move the person beneath makes. Those are to name a few troubles. I kind of want to write something about upper deck woes now, having come up with those few, I might do so in the future.

I need the deck railing. I also want to move out. Good day, guys. :>