Oh yes. Boy am I excited. I am so excited. So excited—

To get home.

You know, taking the bus or the train. Waking up at an ungodly hour of 5.45am just so I can get home in time.

Boy am I glad to go to school, my beloved second home.

To listen to teachers chant at unnatural high speeds, showing weird distorted pictures of the body inside you. Oh wait, that is my cheek cells?

Gross.

And then sit through another two hours of social studies lecture.

I totally agree that the school is one of the fun places in the world.

Oh yes. I am so willing to forfeit my beauty sleep for such a fun place.

Not.

Can I go home and sleep?