Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Faces in the Hall

Alex stared down the aisle of chairs in front of him. Mr. Helkin was explaining something about math theory, but Alex wasn't taking it in. What was interesting him most at the moment was the tile.

Perhaps he wasn't an ordinary kid, maybe he was just a little strung out, but he didn't like to look at it that way. He was completely full of wonder, and what bothered him the most was that he would never know the answer to any of the questions that left him awake at night. Why was he here?

Not in the biblical sense, the proverbial "greatest question," but more personal. Alex wanted to know his purpose, just his, and not the rest of the worlds. He wanted to know what would make him happy in the world. This didn't have anything to do with his future as well, just the instantaneous: What is the best aspect of his life he can improve? Not forever, just at this very moment.

The irony was that he had now been pondering this question for the better part of an hour, which made him completely miserable. He didn't know what to do, so he sat there, petrified, in the very back of the classroom. He saw the rest of the kids scribbling, taking notes on the lecture, but he knew this wasn't for him. He wasn't sure whether to sit back and fall asleep or to jump up and scream, but he knew that this wasn't the right time for him to be in that class.

Maybe another time, just not now. Now it was time to grab life and go outside-to goof off and get into trouble. This would make any teenager happy again...

But instead, he was stuck, "learning" something about derivatives. Now he would have to pretend to write something useful down, never look at it again, and get mediocre test scores.

Bad ass.

3 Comments:

Blogger ShadowFalcon said...

I can never write short stories. I really liked that though...

2:38 AM  
Blogger Bird on a Wire said...

Totally badass.

8:08 PM  
Anonymous Zaida said...

Well written article.

12:29 AM  

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