Today has been perhaps one of the most interesting of my experiences in high school. Imagine having classes with 30 glazed-eyed zombies, who instead of flesh or brains consume Monster drinks and candy corn at a terrifying rate. Whatever it takes to stay awake.
That's right. Today was senior sunrise.
I got up at 3:30 this morning to host a large breakfast for some friends, after the "Let's go to Dennys at 3 AM!" idea was vetoed by a higher power. While hanging out with friends is always fun, it was also an experience made somewhat surreal by the early hour. But I hadn't seen anything yet.
Now, I'm used to slight sleep deprivation. I have become perhaps as comfortable with the dawn as a determinedly non-morning person can be. The reason for this is my early-morning seminary class. Therefore I was in the position to be a relatively alert and entertained spectator for most of the day, set apart from the slow-moving, amoeba-like mass of my classmates.
No one who went to the sunrise stayed awake all day. (Unhelpfully, teachers in two classes chose today to show movies). Most of the seniors were in fact at Dennys at 2 AM and some pulled all-nighters for the occasion, regardless of the fact that the school event did not begin until five nor the sun rise until 6:30. (My best friend and I skipped out on the actual sunrise to go to seminary at 6. But I digress). So when our semiconscious and still blanket-wrapped conglomeration of students moved from class to class, it was with squirrelly attention spans and much gulping of energy drinks that we settled in.
By midafternoon, however, my smugly detached demeanor began to wear off. Physics class. I can only imagine the peals of evil laughter that must have rung out in the counseling center when the decision was made to place Honors Physics after lunch. And thus it was that I entered that elusive state known as "out of it". Needless to say, this was unhelpful for the physics lab we were supposed to be doing.
I doodled during the entire class period. Every few minutes I would look up and scratch a few notes onto my lab sheet, and gaze dazedly upon the data that appeared as if by magic on my partners' lab sheets between my lapses of concentration. By the end of class I had filled a page with what my perceptive and forgiving teacher labeled "stream of consciousness art", including a sketch of a deranged lemur, and my lab partners had garnered a pageful of mass measurements. Success all 'round.
That's right. Today was senior sunrise.
I got up at 3:30 this morning to host a large breakfast for some friends, after the "Let's go to Dennys at 3 AM!" idea was vetoed by a higher power. While hanging out with friends is always fun, it was also an experience made somewhat surreal by the early hour. But I hadn't seen anything yet.
Now, I'm used to slight sleep deprivation. I have become perhaps as comfortable with the dawn as a determinedly non-morning person can be. The reason for this is my early-morning seminary class. Therefore I was in the position to be a relatively alert and entertained spectator for most of the day, set apart from the slow-moving, amoeba-like mass of my classmates.
No one who went to the sunrise stayed awake all day. (Unhelpfully, teachers in two classes chose today to show movies). Most of the seniors were in fact at Dennys at 2 AM and some pulled all-nighters for the occasion, regardless of the fact that the school event did not begin until five nor the sun rise until 6:30. (My best friend and I skipped out on the actual sunrise to go to seminary at 6. But I digress). So when our semiconscious and still blanket-wrapped conglomeration of students moved from class to class, it was with squirrelly attention spans and much gulping of energy drinks that we settled in.
By midafternoon, however, my smugly detached demeanor began to wear off. Physics class. I can only imagine the peals of evil laughter that must have rung out in the counseling center when the decision was made to place Honors Physics after lunch. And thus it was that I entered that elusive state known as "out of it". Needless to say, this was unhelpful for the physics lab we were supposed to be doing.
I doodled during the entire class period. Every few minutes I would look up and scratch a few notes onto my lab sheet, and gaze dazedly upon the data that appeared as if by magic on my partners' lab sheets between my lapses of concentration. By the end of class I had filled a page with what my perceptive and forgiving teacher labeled "stream of consciousness art", including a sketch of a deranged lemur, and my lab partners had garnered a pageful of mass measurements. Success all 'round.
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