Post by Mitarashi Anko on Feb 19, 2008 2:18:13 GMT -5
Despite how she had tried, concentration was beyond her. Out of her reach. The tricky beast of focus slipping subtly from her grasp. And instead, the quiet wonderings has taken over her thoughts as what was important had been dispersed and fell into oblivion. A clouded mist had glazed over her eyes as she became lost in her silent daydreaming. If such thinking could be called that. Keep in mind, Anko was not the imaginative sort. She was neither starry-eyed nor a hopeless romantic in any way. She had no lover to dream of, and she did not reflect over how she could make changes in her lifestyle to help others in the world. Make everything better. And while these sorts of things might interest others, she had far more important matters on her mind.
Her laundry had piled up.
The refrigerator was empty.
The bills were overdue.
And tomorrow was Monday, meaning she’d have to go to work.
Oh to be a student again, when the only items to worry about were grades and family problems. The occasional chore had to be done, but nothing else. Life was clean by mother’s doing. Food was in abundance, clothing was miraculously in the dresser. It wasn’t until a person suddenly entered their teen years that they truly realized how ignorant they were as young children. Such was the hardest time of a child’s life: transitioning into adulthood. Anko could remember those years clearly. The hellish torture they had been.
She how she came to be a teacher, she really couldn’t tell. Of all things. She didn’t like teens, kids with all their raging hormones. Students who didn’t pay attention in class, were constantly talking on their phones or passing notes. They always tried to be independent on their own terms, despite the fact that they refused to take responsibility for themselves. Little brats who saw the world as how they wanted it to be, thinking only of their own needs and desires, caring little of the consequences brought on by their actions. Never listening. Always causing trouble. Rebellious. Mischievous. Come to think of it ~ she didn’t want o be a student again at all! Not if she was going to end up like that all over again. So never mind that useless thought. Anko would continue living as the irresponsible and uncaring adult that she was.
So with that in mind she began making her list.
Settle priorities.
First things first: Laundry.
If she put a load of laundry in when she got home, she could run out to the store, buy groceries, and return by the time the buzzer struck and she had to transfer the clothes to the dryer before putting her goods away. That made little sense though, seeing that she was already in the marketplace. How did she wind up there? Oh. That’s right. She had skipped grading papers because she couldn’t concentrate. New plan of action then! Buy groceries and then go home to put them away before doing laundry and paying bills. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Ah! Dango was on sale at the grocery store but her coupon was at home. Decisions decisions decisions. How annoyingly frustrating the dilemma she found herself in. Even the simple problems in her life were a pain to sort out. Which reminded her, of course, of the papers that she hadn’t graded. Those would have to get done today as well before she went to class tomorrow. God, she couldn’t stand the dull repetitiveness of her life. Waiting for something to change. Putting off everything until the very last minute.
She didn’t even have a boyfriend to take it out on.
Not that she would have wanted one anyways. He would wind up being more trouble than he was worth. Just another thing demanding her attention and distracting her from the more important things. It wouldn’t do. She just wasn’t the sort of person to need that or even want it. Far from it. And yet, with all her complaining about have a life that lacked excitement…she as truly glad for that as well. It meant she could live as she wanted to, ignoring the things she needed to do as always. Care only for herself and help her students get through their school years without failing.
Current plan of action:
Run home. Put a load in the washer.
Grab coupon. Go grocery shopping.
Return home. Transfer clothes to dryer, put another load in washer.
Put away groceries and pay bills.
Grade papers.
Sleep.
A rather nice plan if you asked her. Flawless in every way. Unless someone came along and ruined this list, causing her to either remember something else she needed to do, or invited her elsewhere. There wasn’t anyone she could think of that would come looking for her on this day, though. It had been quite some time that she and the other teachers had gone out drinking, but those cases were always on Fridays and Saturdays.
So no. She highly doubted that anyone would ruin her plans.
Her laundry had piled up.
The refrigerator was empty.
The bills were overdue.
And tomorrow was Monday, meaning she’d have to go to work.
Oh to be a student again, when the only items to worry about were grades and family problems. The occasional chore had to be done, but nothing else. Life was clean by mother’s doing. Food was in abundance, clothing was miraculously in the dresser. It wasn’t until a person suddenly entered their teen years that they truly realized how ignorant they were as young children. Such was the hardest time of a child’s life: transitioning into adulthood. Anko could remember those years clearly. The hellish torture they had been.
She how she came to be a teacher, she really couldn’t tell. Of all things. She didn’t like teens, kids with all their raging hormones. Students who didn’t pay attention in class, were constantly talking on their phones or passing notes. They always tried to be independent on their own terms, despite the fact that they refused to take responsibility for themselves. Little brats who saw the world as how they wanted it to be, thinking only of their own needs and desires, caring little of the consequences brought on by their actions. Never listening. Always causing trouble. Rebellious. Mischievous. Come to think of it ~ she didn’t want o be a student again at all! Not if she was going to end up like that all over again. So never mind that useless thought. Anko would continue living as the irresponsible and uncaring adult that she was.
So with that in mind she began making her list.
Settle priorities.
First things first: Laundry.
If she put a load of laundry in when she got home, she could run out to the store, buy groceries, and return by the time the buzzer struck and she had to transfer the clothes to the dryer before putting her goods away. That made little sense though, seeing that she was already in the marketplace. How did she wind up there? Oh. That’s right. She had skipped grading papers because she couldn’t concentrate. New plan of action then! Buy groceries and then go home to put them away before doing laundry and paying bills. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Ah! Dango was on sale at the grocery store but her coupon was at home. Decisions decisions decisions. How annoyingly frustrating the dilemma she found herself in. Even the simple problems in her life were a pain to sort out. Which reminded her, of course, of the papers that she hadn’t graded. Those would have to get done today as well before she went to class tomorrow. God, she couldn’t stand the dull repetitiveness of her life. Waiting for something to change. Putting off everything until the very last minute.
She didn’t even have a boyfriend to take it out on.
Not that she would have wanted one anyways. He would wind up being more trouble than he was worth. Just another thing demanding her attention and distracting her from the more important things. It wouldn’t do. She just wasn’t the sort of person to need that or even want it. Far from it. And yet, with all her complaining about have a life that lacked excitement…she as truly glad for that as well. It meant she could live as she wanted to, ignoring the things she needed to do as always. Care only for herself and help her students get through their school years without failing.
Current plan of action:
Run home. Put a load in the washer.
Grab coupon. Go grocery shopping.
Return home. Transfer clothes to dryer, put another load in washer.
Put away groceries and pay bills.
Grade papers.
Sleep.
A rather nice plan if you asked her. Flawless in every way. Unless someone came along and ruined this list, causing her to either remember something else she needed to do, or invited her elsewhere. There wasn’t anyone she could think of that would come looking for her on this day, though. It had been quite some time that she and the other teachers had gone out drinking, but those cases were always on Fridays and Saturdays.
So no. She highly doubted that anyone would ruin her plans.
