Josh Strange Assignment 2

The Routine

Enter through the door at 8:25

Still not completely alive.

Go over homework, and learn new things.

My day already feels like molasses.

I follow the wave to my next class,

surrounded by friends, but still exhausted,

waiting for lunch

as if it's life or death.

It's only second hour and my stomach sounds like its about to explode.

Wishing that I was able to fast forward to the end of the day.

To my extra-curriculars where I can slay.

It's time for lunch and I can actually talk.

What sport will be discussed today?

Or what teacher gave out too much homework tonight?

The bell rings and I'm bumped too many times through the orange hallway.

Fifth hour's a pain.

Only in senior year will I end my day here.

I've waited so long for an opportunity,

but it's become too much of a routine to see one appear.

I never expected this when I was little.

I attempted to create a boring tone.  The poem has some various lengths of verses. I intentionally made the middle verses a little longer to make it seem like the middle of the day would take longer.  The days at Henry Clay usually start and end quickly, but the middle sometimes becomes slower and can mesh together for me.  I also had negative diction choices like "death", "exhausted", "molasses" to describe how the day felt like to me.  The imagery like "about to explode" and "feels like molasses" lets the reader know exactly how hungry and how slow I feel like the day is going. The reader understands I am extremely tired and bored by those images.