this is what i call "Brenda BS's an english essay"

Mar 10, 2008 - 07:18 AM PST

A Day in the Life of a Shoe

The day starts out early. She’s up and out of bed at six in the morning. I wait around until she gets dressed. Oh, here she comes, will she pick me today? Of course she will, what am I thinking, I’m her favorite pair of shoes.
She bought me about a year ago, to replace her old Chuck’s. We’ve had a wonderful relationship up until she decided to buy flats and some flip flops. I mean, I guess they are easier to slip on and off, but I think I’m way better.
Here we go, it is 7:25, and she’s got five minutes until the bus comes. She should be reaching for me soon. She’s putting her socks on. Looks like she’s going with her blue and green striped socks. She drags me by my laces. Ah, I fit like a glove.
Alright, it’s time to run to catch the bus. Come on, you’ve only got a minute. I guess I should be used to this by now right? The rocks and the hard concrete and the occasional leaf. There, we made it in time. She grabs a seat and puts in her headphones.
Here comes one of my favorite parts of the day, she taps her feet along with the music. I always like to guess what song she’s listening to. The bus ride is only 15 minutes long, but she uses that time to catch up on her sleep. We made it.
She makes her way over to her locker to grab what she needs for the first half of the day. As we walks by the crowd I say hello to my friends. She finds a seat in the cafeteria and sits down and does some last minute homework.
Are those Colleen’s shoes I hear? Oh yeah, there they are, those old beat up Adidas. I guess I shouldn’t be talking, my owner really needs to lighten up on the wear and tear she puts on me. We talk for a while until the first warning bell rings. And here we go; it’s time to go to first period.
Not a lot goes on in first period; I think she’s taking a nap. She moves me around here and there, taps me against the chair legs a couple times. Class is over and we head on up the stairs to second period. Do the janitors in this school do anything?! I mean, I know I’m a shoe, but I should be clean too. Now she’s got some gum to worry about for the rest of the day.
Everything is the same as always, she sits impatiently in her classes, waiting for lunch to come. Finally, it’s 11:30 and time for lunch. We wait in line for our turn to take a whiff of today’s special. She picks her usual, a cheeseburger, some chips and a drink. We make our way over to our lunch table, and we have 25 glorious minutes of relaxation.
The gum on my sole sticks to the stairs as we make our way onto her psychology class. Her best friend is in this class, so I’m sure she won’t be napping. Just a couple more periods and the day is over. In forty five minutes, it’ll be time for photography class.
Hey, where are we going? We’re not in psychology class anymore. Oh, I guess we had to take a bathroom break. She washes her hands, and some water falls on me. She takes a couple napkins and attempts to take the gum off of me. It’s not working huh? Now I have to deal with gum and pieces of napkin, great.
We walk back to class and wait around for the bell to ring. English class is next; yesterday we were acting out some scenes in Hamlet. Maybe she’ll get a part today and I’ll get to jump around a bit. She’s a little overdramatic sometimes.
I guess her teacher decided that she put on a good show yesterday; today she gets the main part. Time for us to put on a better show today, I think we’re at the part of the play where Hamlet dies. Seems like we did a swell job, we got a standing ovation just in time for the bell to ring.
We head on down the stairs; I stick to every other one. It’s time for photography; maybe today we’ll get to work in the dark room. She heads over to her drawer, takes out some of her negatives and decides she needs to make some prints. We step into the revolving door and voila, we enter a different universe. This is a universe where she gets to play God with her pictures. She slips a couple of prints into the chemicals. Ow! This stuff burns; you need to be more careful. At the end of the period she gets the approval of her photography teacher. I personally like the first print a lot better than the second one, but who listens to a shoe’s opinion.
The last class of the day is Gym. I’m exhausted by this time, and she apparently is not. We head on outside and play some football. Too bad it rained last night, she obviously doesn’t care, but now I’m dirty. She runs around and makes plays, a couple touchdowns and celebrates. Thank God this class is only 30 minutes long.
It’s time to go home, she finds a couple of friends as she walks out to her bus. She says good bye and gets on the bus. She finds her seat and again, puts in her headphones. As she taps me along with the music, some of the mud comes off of me.
She gets down, makes her way home. Runs up the stairs and takes me off. Ah, my day is over. I made it home, a little dirty but safe. Man, today was tiring. I need my rest now, if I’m going to do this all over tomorrow.