High School Clocks Crawl

Einstein's clock is exactly one minute behind mine and still ticking!  (© Universal Studios - All Rights Reserved.)

Einstein’s clock is exactly one minute behind mine and still ticking! (© Universal Studios – All Rights Reserved.)

High School clocks crawl.  That’s a fact.  Perhaps it’s a stepping stone for the real world, where timepieces tend to run.  For me, during my school days, the torturous pauses between the ticks were a direct correlation to my hunger to compete.  I counted down the seconds until the bell rang, because when it did it meant one thing:  practice.

Throughout my playing “career,” I always had to fight for a starting position.  It made every second of practice count.  Not only did I hone my skills, I also battled to get in the game.  When I look back on it, it consumed me.  I lived for it, I loved it.  And it was just practice.

Several years later (ahem, we can leave it at that), I can feel the same tingle in my veins.  The clock on my desk cannot not run fast enough.  On the other side, my writing waits.  With each word I type, I’m in a dogfight to make it in the game.  Only this time, there is but one opponent, and it’s me.  I alone can put words on paper, create stories, and decide if its good enough for the world to see.  Bring it.

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3 replies

  1. There are so many times I’ve asked myself, where did the time go? I do, however, remember those times in high school where I urged that bell to ring, just to get out of a boring class or meet up with friends in a different class. How things have changed! As I approach the next decade of my life, I look back and wonder why I ever wished that time would speed up!

  2. Practice… and the clock. Wow! This turns time back. 🙂 Enjoyable post. I think.

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