Tuesday 1:15

An hour and fifteen minutes have passed since my previous mental articulation. To me it seems like the perception of time flies, and each idea I fathom is expelled within minutes from my cranium. This curse is ruthless, but I must fight each day to keep it from persisting. My brain is slower than most individuals, in the focus aspect especially. I battle the sluggishness of the mind by drinking excessive doses of caffeine to keep myself on task. I understand  the repercussions on my health caffeine may have but without it I wouldn't be able to even do the simplest of things. Currently I am sitting in one of my favorite teacher’s classes, teacher Y. Teacher y has been the most helpful person in regard to helping me with my writing and I accredit her for doing so. She always encouraged me to persist the writing career within me, and through that motivation I began this journal. Anyway, I sit in my class munching on one of my grandmother’s famous turkey sandwiches.  The salty taste of the turkey in cohesion with the soft fluffy characteristics of the black bread complete the perfect equation for the sandwich. I munch into it delight fully savoring each bite. The flavor is so orgasmic that it simply makes my toes curl, but to the outsiders eye it is just a sandwich. The reason to why  I enjoy this sandwich so much is due to the hard work my grandmother put into it. You see out of all the people in my family I respect my grandma the most. Why, one may ask, she is just some old fucking geezer ? Well the answer is simple; she puts her blood and sweat into each activity.She had to struggle in the soviet union ,being a Jew, and still made a very great success as an engineer .I love how a multitude of people constantly talk about success, but never amount to it. To achieve something, one must put in their sweat and blood into an activity.  This is why I adore hard working people because they are the ones who survive in our world. The ones who just simply get  through life thinking it is easy ,die young, or end up in the shittiest position there possibly is.  Life is one that only provides as much as an individual is willing to apply to it,being one of those constituents, I  apply my heart and soul to this task. Hopefully, life will grace me with this privilege and I will become what I set out to be, but for now life has only DE- motivated me in each of my attempts to succeed. I look down with disappointment upon my phone to see which teacher I must satisfy today to bring my atrocious grades to a standard. My grades are horrible at the moment, but mainly due to the characterless classes I am in. I wish I could see the reality of education, and not be imprisoned in my own mentality to do such idiotic tasks. Even now I am laughing at the astonishment that my class views a popularized movie dealing with dream theory. Each individual sits with a blank gaze as the main character starts speaking with high level vocabulary. Most of them are disinterested in the actual meaning of the movie, but  rather being drawn in by the testosterone rush they receive. Oh wow! Look at that gun! Boom yeah!!!Fucking imbeciles, little do they know they are actually being seduced by the masses in Hollywood. Well it’s time for class to end and I must stop yet again. If any of you are reading through this and have any suggestions to make, please feel free to help me out.

-M