What do I come to school for.

Sometimes when I ask my classmates what the next lesson was, I go 'ugh...' and then ponder over what I go to school for. I go to school for lessons, but I always dread the next one. Then I try to cherish the lessons because I get to learn, rather than sit at home rotting. But some lessons never fail to bore me to tears. Literally. I always look out of the window and fantasize myself being at any one of the apartments opposite the school, sleeping on my bed, waiting for myself to wake up in the afternoon, then get ready for school, where I'll enjoy being. Or fantasize being an adult leading my exciting life of doing what I deem fit. Or working at home enjoying a hot mug of.. milo while typing on my computer or laptop, lying down on my bed. Lazing around. Going out for lunch with my closest friends, gossiping about the new neighbour. Going back home to work. Going shopping after I'm done with my work. Having a nice dinner wi-

What the hell. I don't live in a novel.