<p>I was accepted EA, so it would be particularly stupid for someone to steal this essay. That being said, I don’t think anyone would want to steal this essay.</p>
<p>Topic 5: Free Topic</p>
<p>My posed question: Describe your average school morning. Is there a joy in the mundane, in the routine life?</p>
<pre><code> Imagine waking up to a soft persistent buzzing that rouses you at precisely 6:24 a.m. every morning. You decide to remain immobile, hoping that your inactivity will confuse the alarm into believing that it is actually a weekend, and that it has made a grave mistake. The moment you wake up, time speeds up, and you realize the time is now 6:35 a.m. and that when you blinked, several minutes passed. You stagger into the bathroom, thrust your arm blindly to the left, and manage to turn on the bathroom light. The initial illumination is so bright you shield yourself with your arms, mimicking a vampire who has just been exposed to the sun. You undress, half asleep, and step into the shower. You accidentally only twist the knob that reads “cold”, and a rush of freezing water splashes onto your back. You curse loudly, but muffle your shout with your hands, and remember that luckier people are still sleeping. You play with the shower knobs for several moments, attempting to obtain the yin-yang balance between hot and cold. After settling for a temperature that can only be described as “slightly kinda warmish”, you mix the shampoo and conditioner together to save time. After soaping, washing, and drying, you emerge from the shower slightly revitalized. You pick up your toothbrush and scrub furiously for what you say is two minutes but what is really nothing more than one minute fifteen seconds, and prepare to get dressed.
You stare at the array of blazers, collared shirts, and ties, and choose a combination that seems easiest to wear, paying no attention to color coordination. After getting dressed, you head to the table for breakfast. The taste of instant coffee is your supreme pleasure of the day, and you proceed to quickly chug the caffeine infused substance, while simultaneously reading the headlines of the New York Times. You glance at the digital clock that rests above the stove and realize, to your dismay, that the time is 7:28 a.m., and you have approximately seven minutes until you have to depart. You thank your mother for the wonder that is instant coffee and ensure that your backpack has the necessary materials for the upcoming day of school. At this point, you glance around the room, and notice the unmade bed. You stare longingly as it cajoles your conscience into letting you lie down for the remaining five minutes. The hustle and bustle of the four-person household interrupts your daydream and you continue checking your bag. Your final move, before you leave, is to grab your cell phone, wallet, and iPod, three items you will most likely take to the grave. As you proceed to exit the apartment, you ruffle your sister’s hair and mumble the words “good” and “bye”.
Now you are at the elevator. You gently hit the plastic button with the image of a downward facing arrow and wait. As the majestic metal doors open, you admire the recent renovations of the elevator that are actually several years old. You hit the “L” button, gently place both earphones into your ears, and click the “Morning Playlist” option on your iPod. Your day has officially begun.
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