3:05 p.m., almost time to go home. I’m really excited! Every minute seems like an hour. Every hour seems like a day.

Every day at 3:05 p.m. the room is dead silent. My eyes are glued to the clock. Most days are brutal, some days are just hard. I can’t stay awake. My eyes feel very heavy and my body feels like ice.

As the clock ticks down to 3:30 p.m. I write in my writer’s notebook or read. This is study hall time, it’s a time we are allowed to work on our homework.

Sometimes I just look around the room, trying to waste time.