waiting... daily

I wake up the instant before my alarm goes off, with only 6 hours of sleep I feel surprisingly awake.
The sensation last for only a moment when I notice it is still dark outside.
I sit on my bed for a minuet as images of last night’s dreams filter through my scattered mind. Finally I reach over and turn off the swelling strains of Bach.

Today I am happy, today I get a ride to work.
I leave an hour early, my mom is MOD today.
When I get to work, i waste my time in the change room.
When I get on deck I begin the three longest most boring hours of my day, nothing exciting happens, I try my best to stay awake, my best to appear alert.
I take my time walking around the pool deck and stop at each post for exactly five minutes, slowly ticking off my daily torture. It is hot and humid, I use my water bottle to splash water on myself trying to cool down. I wear a fake smile, showing the world how much I love to guard, at least when I teach the time seems to fly by…
Lord please make the time go faster…” I offer a pleading prayer.
Three and a half hours later, I am free to go, to go home for three hours and await my return to my second job, to teach.
I run up the stairs to the change room, I spend exactly five minuets in the hot tub, and am quickly dressed, I order my lunch and wait for my mother to finish her class, so I can go home and wait some more…