“Mark, Mark, MARK!” said a familiar voice. “What do you want?” I replied, rolling over, with my eyes still closed.
I opened my eyes, realizing it was Daniel calling my name. I sat up on my bed quickly and felt like I had only slept for three hours. I remember stressing over the first couple weeks of college; being alone for the first time, having to be responsible for myself. I glanced around at the same old furniture; our two lofted beds, the TV against the far wall, and our black futon against the opposing wall. Beside the TV, were Daniel’s posters of Michael Jordan, Liam Neeson, and the Chainsmokers. Underneath his TV lay Daniel’s microwave which stated the time in its bold blue numbers, 8:20. “You slept through your alarm, …show more content…
I walked to my Law and Ethics class, showing no emotion on my face like that of a poker player. When I arrived I sat in the same seat next to Mitch.
Mitch looking at my expressionless face, questioned, “Rough weekend?”
I did not give Mitch the pleasure of answering his question. I sat through that class refusing to listen to the professor’s monotone voice. It was when the screen displayed the title “Suicide Cases” I started to pay attention. He explained the history of the famous case of Sylvia Plath, which was ruled suicide. During his explanation, I kept getting goosebumps.
I left hastily after the professor finished that topic. I went to my dorm room and found Daniel was at his desk skyping his father. He tried to introduce me to him, but I rushed to get underneath the cover of my blanket. I tried to forget what I had just learned in lecture because it was caused me more distress than I was already having.
“Are you doing okay, Mark?” asked Daniel as he was shutting his computer down. “You need to get anything off of your chest?”
“I just need some alone time, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK DANIEL?” I replied, releasing my emotions on someone who did not deserve
I opened my eyes, realizing it was Daniel calling my name. I sat up on my bed quickly and felt like I had only slept for three hours. I remember stressing over the first couple weeks of college; being alone for the first time, having to be responsible for myself. I glanced around at the same old furniture; our two lofted beds, the TV against the far wall, and our black futon against the opposing wall. Beside the TV, were Daniel’s posters of Michael Jordan, Liam Neeson, and the Chainsmokers. Underneath his TV lay Daniel’s microwave which stated the time in its bold blue numbers, 8:20. “You slept through your alarm, …show more content…
I walked to my Law and Ethics class, showing no emotion on my face like that of a poker player. When I arrived I sat in the same seat next to Mitch.
Mitch looking at my expressionless face, questioned, “Rough weekend?”
I did not give Mitch the pleasure of answering his question. I sat through that class refusing to listen to the professor’s monotone voice. It was when the screen displayed the title “Suicide Cases” I started to pay attention. He explained the history of the famous case of Sylvia Plath, which was ruled suicide. During his explanation, I kept getting goosebumps.
I left hastily after the professor finished that topic. I went to my dorm room and found Daniel was at his desk skyping his father. He tried to introduce me to him, but I rushed to get underneath the cover of my blanket. I tried to forget what I had just learned in lecture because it was caused me more distress than I was already having.
“Are you doing okay, Mark?” asked Daniel as he was shutting his computer down. “You need to get anything off of your chest?”
“I just need some alone time, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK DANIEL?” I replied, releasing my emotions on someone who did not deserve