Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock on the wall repeats its same, annoying tune over and over again; doing nothing other than increase my boredom. This is torture, I thought to myself, Never-ending torture. Agonising, excruciating torture. 

As I thought of more words to describe the ghastly state I was in, Adam tapped me on the back and whispered to me, “You want to play Scrabble?” No. No, it’s boring, repetitive and difficult (a bit like class). So I declined. I soon realised my mistake when a voice whispered in the back of my mind, It was either half an hour of Scrabble or half an hour of absolute nothingness. I sighed, as I looked at the clock. Twenty-nine more minutes. Why does time have to tick away so slowly? Oh, how I hate class. I mean, I’ve finished the assignment. What else do you want me to do? Who cares about the other kids, just LET ME OUT OF HERE.

Without realising, I had drifted away into my thoughts and fell asleep. I want to go home…. or to the mall… just get me out of school. Now. Please. Maybe I should play video games all night when I get home. Or eat. E=mc^2. Grammar can be weird. ‘I’ before ‘E’ except after ‘C’. Ceiling. Ceiling, ceiling, ceiling, ceiling. That makes sense. Species. Glacier. Hah, idiot grammatical rule makes no sense. In your face, grammar.

42. Bow ties. Pizza. Oxygen is a product of photosynthesis. Bored. Bored boredboredbooooooooored. Raxacoricofallapatorius. Why is it taking so long? I don’t care. Wait, what if I’m stuck in a time loop? What if school never ends?! NOOOOO. Let me free, space-time continuum! 

A string of completely random thoughts ran through my head for the next twenty minutes or so. Tick tock tick tock, the clock went. Shut up, stupid clock, I thought. A fairly egoistical part of my head complained, I’m far superior in intellect than these bunch of imbeciles around me. I should get a college degree. Or a time machine. Or pizza. All the above. The rational part of me responded, Shut your big mouth, you show-off! 

Soon, I was fighting space monsters and giant creatures with the headmaster’s face on them. William Shakespeare wrote an ode to balding hair before opening a wig shop, strawberries crashed from the mountains below the candy-coated clouds  and evil textbooks invaded the world. This was relatively normal for me actually.

Two more minutes. Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock for the last few times before it finally gave up doing its pathetic job and decided to spontaneously halt. I was on the last leg of the battle between the Spartans and the maniacal PE teachers when I heard a voice calling for me from the sky. “Wake up, Eric!” Was this a sign that the PE’s were going to lose? The ground shook intensely and various explosions were heard. The voice became clear.

“Wake up, you silly boy!” My eyes flickered open. The teacher stared at me with obvious annoyance. “I’ve been calling you five times already! Math is over!” WHAT. YES. YES. MATH IS OVER. SCHOOL IS OVER. The teacher said to me, “I want you to collect all the pupils’ exercise books now.” I answered, “Then can I go home?” “Go home? What do you mean, Eric? Did you forget that we have extra class after school?”

I felt the world black out around me. I just wanted to scream,