sjsprWriting

I woke up today at 7am. I promptly turned off my alarm and had a quick 30-minute morning dream. These tend to be really nice. The feeling of relief when I realize that only 30 minutes has passed that I feel once I wake up from this dream is equally as nice. I left my bed at 7:31am. I was in an exceptionally good mood. My shower was amazing, my dog was amazing, styling my hair was amazing, the songs coming on were amazing. It was a really nice morning. The first slivers of malcontent came to me on my bike ride to school. More came when I saw I had spanish first thing. But I found a bright side and carried on, I rather enjoyed that class, as a matter of fact. As the day drew on my mood kept getting more fluctuant. It would go from high to low fast. But none of the highs were like the one I felt this morning. It was one I had not felt in a long time. I dont know what it is about school that brings me down, although I do have some ideas. I wish that I didnt have to spend so much of the best years of my life being institutionalized, marginalized, and oppressed.