Oh you mean the five minutes i spend running from science to math, or the thirty seconds when the teacher turns their back to the class before the bell rings. as if there a performer getting ready to step on stage and enlighten us with some whitty commentary on the human nature.
No? oh so maybe you mean after school,
when i finally escape from the prison cell walls that contain me this steel trap of a school,
That free time.
That i spend swimming in the downpour of papers that floods my life. i spend it emursing myself in the ideas of kurt vaughnegut or learning the decimal points of pi.
as if i'm going to care in ten years if the answer to y is 10 or 20. or maybe you mean after the work is done and i only have a few pages left to do in the morning,
usually i breathe, once maybe even twice if i'm luck, and then i do this super cool thing where i get anxiety about my homework because god forbid i forgot a fricken comma.
it creates this sinking feeling in the morning,
once i went to sleep and only had 3 pages of homework left in calculus.
sometimes it doesnt seem like my time ever gets to be free