On seconds thought, it’s time for me to talk

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Resting on a wall in the computer lab can sound like such a bore. I sleep for a while, and I wake back up and work again. My friends are so unexpected, you never know if they’ll be working or not, because often at Watertown Middle School, they’re broken.

Why are all the students looking at me all the time? I really don’t understand, I mean, I know I’m attractive, but that’s not really relevant to the topic right now. Sometimes I’m loud and I get annoying, I have to admit, but why are they staring?

Sometimes I stumble and stop ticking, but I guess that’s just a part of life. I tick whenever I want, and nobody is ever telling me what to do. The students are always giving me the death stare, hinting me to grow up, and run faster.

First period ends, I make a noise. Second period ends, I make a noise.  Third period ends, I make a noise, and it runs through that cycle all day long. I have never really recognized that I was that loud, oops, maybe I talk a little bit too much.

Could you picture the agony of sitting in a classroom all summer long all by yourself? Humid air, dusty tables, and stacks full of papers. That’s the sight I see all summer. All I can do is wait for company.

As students begin the school year, I always feel like I’m get more popular by the day. Students study my appearance more, and it’s my corner of the room in which students look while they daydream for the whole class period.

I can’t move and sometimes I find myself freezing, but it’s not my fault. But on the other hand, I’m as fast as a marathon running trotting to the finish line as fast as they can.

I love being who I am and I feel like I’m the most popular thing in the school when students gaze at me all the time.

But for now, I am resting on a wall for another few years until it’s my time to get replaced.

–May 21, 2013–

 

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On seconds thought, it’s time for me to talk