Fall Hard

The end of summer always saddens me. And I'll tell you why. With it comes shorter, darker days. Fall ushers in the cold that kills all the colorful plants and sends all God's little creatures running for their lives. No more worry free late nights and sleeping in in the morning. No more all night sleep overs parties and satay with mango dip or flaming marshmellos for breakfast. Gone are the spur of the moment road trips to the Spam factory or to see an Amish. Taking a shower every third day or so is now out of the option. I will not feel the soft green grass beneath my feet for a good long time.
From now on it will be hours of painful home work until I look forward to crawling off to bed at an insanely early hour just to escape taxing my brain. Then there is that damn alarm clock I hate with a vengeance that robs me from my slumbering bliss. The cold cereal for breakfast if I have the time before trying to squeeze myself into my short plaid shirt and fumbling with the knot of my mandatory tie. Franticly rummaging through all my knee high stockings to find an unsnagged matching pair. The cold hard rock under my shivering butt, because it is just not cool to wear a coat, as I sit out at the end of my driveway in the pre-dawn hours waiting for my bus. The smell of diesel gas, dirty rubber, Axe and body odor on the noisy crowded bus as I stair out the window at the passing neibhorhood, pretending I am anywhere but on a direct route to hell. The standing across the road, just off school property, having my last cigarette before flicking it off into the gutter when the shrill bell calls me in for the start of my instructions. The force of the security guards rough handa as they grab me as I try to enter the brick building. The pain that hits to my very soul when the taizer zapps my already asphalt scrapped leg. Having myself once again subjected to the humility of the cops question my authenticity, as I stand there with my uniform all rumpled as they call for psychological evaluation, when all they really need is to allow me to enter the building and open my locker, next to the offices, where I left my school I.D. Seeing the look of disgust in my oldest sons eyes as they unkindly escort me off , as this year he will be old enough to attend the big school in our community with the really hot principal.
*may contain traces of lie