The still air carries

     Normal, typical, basic, routine, habitual, usual, everyday, mundane, customary, regular, predictable, ordinary, average, mainstream, standard, conventional, run of the mill, dull, boring, unexciting, commonplace, humdrum, dreary, monotonous, tedious, uninteresting, droning, repetitive, recurring, cyclic, rhythmic, tiresome, annoying, irritating, wearisome, exasperating, irksome,  fundamental, simple, straightfoward, plain, bothersome, infuriating, natural, expected, established, traditional, fixed, accepted, dry, lackluster, mind-numbing, lifeless, insipid, bland, tame, trite, unoriginal, banal, corny, hackneyed, worn, stale. All these are words that can summarize the feeling of high school on a regular basis. For some reason today was neither monotonous nor expected.
     It always begins like a routine. I wake up to Regina Spektor singing, "They made a statue of us, they made a statue of us..." I get out of bed after wiping my eyes and walk to the bathroom to go pee, deliberately leaving my (500) Days of Summer CD playing. I glance at the mirror, squint, grab my contacts case, open both left and right sides, and begin the ritual of pushing the thin, flexible polymers in to each of my eyes. After proper application, I rub the tears and the rheum away from my eyes. I look at the mirror for a minute before deciding whether to fix my hair or not--today I decided to. I walk back into my room and acknowledge Wrigley's presence. I flip the light switch, that lies to the left of my television, as I open my closet door. I scan through my clothes and pick a shirt, already knowing what pants I will wear. I gather my things and wait until 6:50 am on the dot. At which point I leave my house and wait for Ms. Susan to bring the bus.
     Once I got to school I felt different, I left like I was "on my game". It took my by surprise when that motion passed so softly from your side of the hall to mine. The still air carried that motion to my heart, causing a disruption in its typical beating pattern. My eyes widened and I bit my lip as I smiled... I thought I was over this feeling, I thought the time of interest had passed. The still air carried and it surprised me even though I was "on my game".