Same Old Thing

                The alarm's high pitched ringing wakes me. I stare angrily at the clock. 5:30 a.m. I shower and get ready. Then I'm off. My eyes are still heavy, equations and vocabulary running through my head. My classes drag on. Mental illnesses are a problem that must be addressed. Sine of A multiplied by b, divided by sine of B is equal to angle -- no, side a. The preamble and amendments are drilled into my head. The correct usage of grammar is repeated again and again and again and... again. I get home and eat as quickly as possible. Two hours of work from each of my teachers. I stare blankly at the clock. 1:42 a.m. I stumble into my pajamas.
                The alarm sounds and I start again. "How was your day? What did you do? What did you learn?" My parents ask. My day was exhausting. I repeated my usual routine that I do everyday. I learned that school is the only important thing in my life. My schedule revolves around it completely. I learned that my grades are more important than my well being, my passions, my very existence. I learn that students value high scores more than truly knowledge. And that I have to do whatever it takes to have in A in everything and be above everyone. "The same old thing." I respond.