I canz tell time!

I was talking to my school librarian the other day about, of all thing, clocks. We have a policy where you sign into the library, and you put your name, grade/homeroom, and the time. People keep asking the librarian where the clock is, so the librarian got tired of telling people and moved it to a more obvious location.

That’s when she realized something dreadful: the freshman cannot tell time! Conversation:

Silly freshman: “Where’s the clock?”
Librarian: “It’s right behind me on the wall.”
SF: “…oh. What time is it?”
Librarian: “You can’t read the clock?”
SF: “No, I never learned how to tell time.”

She’s had multiple conversations regarding telling time since then. What’s so wrong with this world that we can’t even tell time anymore? Really, people? Really? I don’t even have a digital watch – it’s an analog! Maybe I’m just weird. It’s so simple to read! Of course, it takes you about ten seconds longer, but in this fast paced world, what’s so wrong with waiting ten seconds?

Annie Ain’t Singing

friday night rolls around and movie lights scream
the cliches of that visual, shallow-princess drama.
no, it does not matter the size of your heart,
but the size of your skirt – that is, three sizes too small.
(yes, can I have that in a child’s size, please?)

from party to party, night to night, it’s always the same, always
yet another one night stand. Oh yes, you’re the one, the perfect person,
the best i could ever hope for. i love you. yes, you and the person before you
and the other three from last week.

i love you all. all you seven different people from seven different days. you’re
the one.

they’re all alike – each and every sheep: model student by day -
druggie&drunk by night. red cups as plastic as their smiles, they flash
sultry poses for cameras that are bound to end up in all the wrong
places.

it doesn’t matter – because
Hey, it’s another night, let’s have some fun! you’re only young once!
tomorrow’s another day, tomorrow it will change, tomorrow i will fix it.
Tomorrow! tomorrow. i love ya, tomorrow!

but annie ain’t singing anymore and her tone
doesn’t ring true to those who won’t wake up.
wake up.
Wake.
Up.

the world won’t wait.

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