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     Weekends at the lake were always a lot of fun, seemed like the week could not go by fast enough.  Come around on a Thursday night, we would go ahead and pack a small bag of what we would want to wear for weekend.  Get up early Friday morning, head off on the mile walk to school, and then sit in classrooms all day long, waiting, waiting for the clock to hit 3pm so we could head out the door.  This story is about one of those weekends.

     Sitting, watching the clock, it is now 2:30pm, gosh, 30 more minutes of sitting here, wanting the day to end.  What was the teacher saying?  Oh Well, I can find out Monday, usually no homework on weekends from this history teacher.  He usually has a habit of coming into the classroom after the bell rings and he is, I kid you not, playing on a little ukulele, and stringing along and singing some outrageous song that has nothing to do with me, or the history lesson we are studying.  But he is one of the nicest teachers I have, so, no complaints here.

     Scribble designs on paper, not of anything important, just scribbles, waiting for the time to pass.  Other students sitting there talking, chatting, all planning on what they will do tonight, no one really listening to the teacher at this point of time in the day.  OK, I look again, 2:45pm, am thinking, what the heck, only 15 minutes has passed, it seems as if it has been an hour, why is it taking so damn long for this day to end?  Would bite my nails but that would look a bit obvious about how am anticipating this day to get over with.

     Before I know it, the bell rings, everyone is up fast from their seats, books in hand, all rushing out the door, long cement hallways with rows of lockers that seem to go on forever.  Three floors up, so everyone crowding around the stairs to make their way down, room enough for three, but they crowd five, so of course there is some pushing and shoving, it cant be helped. Holding onto the side-rails so as not to get shoved too hard, holding on, made it down to the 2nd floor, more students are rushing in now, wanting to get out, wanting to start their weekend.  Can do this, can hold on, not get shoved to the ground, just a few more step and will be on the ground floor, four more, almost there, come on, just a couple more, there, finally, bottom floor.