I'm starting to run out of ideas..maybe lunch will give me some new ones. Lunch is less than 20 minutes away, so I think I can find something to keep me and my pen occupied. I hope it comes along pretty soon because I don't know how long my ink will last. I don't even know how long I'll last. I swear this room is boring into my skull, looking to see what it can find. There is no color here, no individualism, no life. Social class doesn't mean anything, and neither does race because when you're in here, you're pretty much a zombie. You can't talk, you can't lean on your desk, you can't draw, you're not supposed to write like I am, you just sit there...doing schoolwork and reading. My creativity is being drained from me, and replaced with sleepiness. I've nodded off at least twice since I've been writing this paper. It was enough in the beginning, but now it's not. I think I'm going to call this paper "The Suspension Chronicles." Hell, I don't know. I suppose it's time to write a short story.
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