Freezing Burns in the Morning

I'm not an early bird. That's for sure. 

Keep me awake with coffee or any other caffeine loaded beverage for the whole night any day, but waking up in the morning? Nope, not my thing. 

Yet going to school means I need to wake up from the beautiful feeling of sleep. I love going to school. School is a place where I can meet up with my friends. Yes that's the wrong reason for loving going to school but hey, at least I do.

Anyways, back to waking up. I hope my fellow night owls sympathize.

I'm so bad at waking up in the morning that I have to set up 3 alarms for myself with 10 minute intervals, and each with a snooze every five minutes so that I have 30 minutes of alarms going off for me to get up. In total I have 6 alarms going off every morning. Yes, I know that's sad. I sympathize for my future roommate that gets to hear all that.

The night before this painful morning, I had just been physically exhausted. P.E. during school where we had a running workout, then basketball practice, going to the YMCA with my mother, and then working my butt off to do all my homework (oh the pains). All of that equaled to one extremely tired Abraham. The moment I had finished all my homework and whatever else I needed to do I went to my bed to sleep, and I immediately fell asleep.

When it came time for me to wake up (round 6:30), my first alarm went off. But I didn't hear a thing. My body had decided that waking up wasn't worth the deliciously amazing beauty sleep that I was getting. 

So I slept through all 6 alarms that went off. When it came to be about 7:20 AM, my father knew that I was sleeping in, so he decided that it'd wouldn't definitely not be unnecessary to yell whilest barging into my room "ABULAHAM WAIK UP SON".

I immediately woke up, my body probably thinking there was some immediate physical danger. After realizing that it was just my father being excessively loud, my body decided it'd be fun for me to experience grogginess.

Disoriented and still half asleep, I made my way to my bathroom, turned on the lights groaned as the light blinded me. Squinting until my eyes would adjust, I jumped back, scaring myself by looking into the mirror when they did adjust. I looked around the clutter of items in front of me and grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste.

Brushing my teeth wasn't always such a hard task, but this particular morning, the universe had decided that it would be. Opening the bottle of toothpaste, I decided that it would be a good idea to squeeze the toothpaste out onto my pointer finger then to my toothbrush.

So I squeezed out the toothpaste into my finger, but before I could transfer the toothpaste onto my toothbrush, I noticed that I had those eye booger thingies that you get in the corners of your eyes. So I also decided that it would be a good idea to pick them out.

I wiped my eye with my finger while the finger still held the 'would-be-painful-if-in-eye' toothpaste in it. Once I did, I realized the amount of stupidity the action that I just did was. My eye burned cold. I had never felt such thing in my life. It burned, but it burned cold. Every second that my eye was open, the moisture would dry out creating the feeling of cold burning.

I screamed out loud scaring the cat that had accompanied me into the bathroom, and because I was standing in front of the entrance, the cat had nowhere to go, and so it ran around the bathroom whilest I was screaming.

My brain slowly worked out that it would be a good idea to wash my eye so that the toothpaste could be washed away, so I tried, but washed the other eye. I screamed even louder.

After a while, and quite a considerable amount of blinking, the pain had somewhat subsided and I could see between my rapid blinking. I brushed my teeth (this time putting the toothpaste directly onto my toothbrush), washed my face, and did all other things to get ready for school.

I got in my car, after eating breakfast, and my father drove me and my sister to school.

When I got to school, my eye still burned freezing cold, and so I had to keep blinking my eyes. Upperclassmen laughed and looked at me weird as I walked up stairs to my locker.

When I got to my locker one of my friends asked "Dude what's wrong with your eye? Does it hurt? It's really red man. How does it hurt?"

I just sighed and said "It burns cold... It's... It's a long story"

;)

Kindergarten's Number 1 Epidemic

I was in kindergarten, and I didn't speak much English.

I'll let that sink in. 

I was a Korean boy that could barely speak any English and was thrown into the energy consuming purgatory with devil children, also called school. 

I never got the chance to go to a Korean school, because I was too young and so my first form of official education was one that happened to be when I was still in the midst of a culture shock.

But that's just some background info.

One eventful day when I was in Kindergarten I came upon the need to pee in the middle of story time. The teacher's loud and booming voice tickled my ears as her words just came out as random jumbles in my head. She was speaking nonsense. But apparently she was speaking important nonsense because a poor child asked to go to the bathroom feeling the call of the wild as I was feeling but just ended up getting yelled at.

I didn't want to get yelled at.

So I held it in.

I had decided that asking to go to the "BAHthwoom" (my pronunciation back then) wouldn't be worth getting yelled at by the ferocious and big woman the teacher was, and so being a little trooper that I was, I was going to wait until it was the end of class.

I waited, and waited, watching each second that passed by on the clock, and the more I thought about how much that I needed to go to the bathroom the more did I have to go pee. I crossed my legs, I tried not to think about peeing I curled my little kid hands into fists, then uncurled them, and grit my teeth as hard as I could.

Nothing worked.

When my bladder felt like it was about to explode I finally raised my hands having no regrets. I needed to go to the bathroom. Badly.

The teacher ignored me. I would assume that she thought I had a stupid question but little did she know that she was about to experience a first-hand kindergarten disaster.

I raised my hand, tall and high, as high as my arm would allow it and when the teacher didn't acknowledge my hand in the air, I even stood up a little, half standing and half crouching in the air.

I remembered on the first day of school the teacher had told me that I shouldn't get out of my seat and leave the classroom for any reason. There were no excuses to leaving the classroom. None. Ever. Period. Is what she had said, and I feared her greatly.

So half standing half sitting and reaching high for the sky, I let the floodgates open into sweet release. The horrible pleasure of warm, almost hot fluid streaming down my thighs and to my ankles being soaked up by the fabric of my jeans was terrible. The humility and the embarrassment that I felt as my hand was high and showing was like none other. So, not surprisingly, tears began to stream down my face and ugly sobs choked up my throat.

Finally, seeing the dark stains on my leg the teacher finally told me to just go to the office, and I did.

The people of the office were kindhearted and gave me looks like I was a hurt puppy. (It was what I needed at the time of course but now thinking about it, I laugh). They also pulled out a dirty pair of shorts out of the lost and found box and told me to change into them.

'Remember, I know your underwear is still wet, but you still need to wear it, okay? If you don't wear it, that's not clean.' One of the office ladies slowly said. I nodded.

So out of the office I came with shorts several sizes to big, first time wearing athletic shorts, realized how it felt with the air on my legs, and the breeze going straight through my shorts. I became fascinated with the fact that no matter how much of urine I smelled, that there were holes in the shorts allowing air travel through and give me the pleasure of no more stinky dark and damp jeans.

I hadn't understood crap about what she said.

;)