Colorful Delusions

aha! Update! Idle, but not forgotten! The (not so)Phoenix rises from the ashes! Guess who's (trying to stay)back in Blogger? *chirping crickets*

For my first post since my return, I shall put up an essay I made for my English class! because I CAN! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (not like anyone would notice)

For the nth time, I take a deep breath and step into the room. Its polar atmosphere is all too familiar to me. This place, this room of misleading images that I talk about is the classroom. It may be in different locations and have different layouts, but it is still The Classroom to me. It may have different windows, wall designs, lights, blackboards and desks, but it shall never fool me. This unique foreboding feeling will always be flowing within its walls. There will always be the blackboard, always ready to unleash its evil when prompted to by chalk patterns. The desks scattered about serving as individual cells within the prison will always be present. The stage in front that holds public displays of humiliation and failure will always be there. The lights above that reveal every move of the unfortunate souls to the dungeon masters would not miss a single chance to bring misfortune.

At some days, the air inside feels so heavy. Everything seems slower than usual. Time would trudge on in a lazy pace. Tools of the trade would be put in a ready position, only to gather dust and cobwebs. Still, putting one’s guard down will prove to be disastrous. The sleep-inducing effect this place puts upon us these days only invites danger. In days like these, the careless are prone to getting ambushed. In the confusion, they are stripped of their pride, mentally battered silly until the point just before they are able to gather their bearings. When they finally get into a ready stance, the flurry ends, forcing them to sit down and deal with the wasted adrenaline. The imaginative gray tone of these times hides the tense internal struggles taking place within the very occupants of this dreary chamber. Such periods may serve to be a permanent nerve-wrecking stain in the very depths of one’s mind. Still, these memories are merely tame compared to the other skirmishes that have taken place in this menacing realm I have somewhat grown accustomed to. There are frantic moments. Frantic moments where others like me would desperately rush into the much loathed cell to avoid missing what has the potential to be one of the most traumatic experiences of one’s life. At this desperate setting, the ground shakes as a result to the collective shuddering of the victims. Hair is pulled, foreheads and flat surfaces meet, and sweat falls at the same rate as rain drops. The atmosphere is the complete opposite, but the effect is very much the same. It is almost illogical, desiring what one hates the most. The friction of point and plane produces a slight hum that agitates the heart even more, leaving a black stain on white. Criticism becomes carelessly harsh. Shifting eyes target everyone in the room, leaving no survivors. Some times, roles are given. The slightest mistake could lead even the most balanced team pummeling to their downfall. Other times, a quick shot is aimed at a random victim. If not reversed immediately, one’s progress is threatened. We may all sympathize with one another, but we would like nothing more than the misfortune befalling someone else other than them. Granted, there are some times when being within these boundaries can be pleasant. Unfortunately, it completely depends on the prosecutor.

The classroom is a necessary evil. Through extensive pain and suffering in this lair shall we gain the experience and knowledge for the next level ahead. The rare, fleeting pleasant moments present in this location almost makes going through these days worth it. By seeing the horrors of the classroom can we appreciate life outside much more. This classroom is the bane of most students’ lives, but it is necessary.

If I stick to it, I'll probably put my insanity ramblings here. I need to work on a new layout, but making images for it makes me lazy. Flooble first. Flooble is the first step.

posted by Raziel @ 4:35 AM