Part II
-Monday-
I walked into class. My mind was a mess. I wasn't thinking clearly, couldn't think straight. The clouds had rolled in, the sky was a dark shade of gray.
The final line was an exclamation point to the class. I put the cap on my pen... and it was over. History was next.
History came, I calmly took down notes and the bell rang. It rang in a loud wait, continuous and neverending.
Math had no teacher, nothing happened. Just like how nothing happened on the weekend.
The bell rang and it was time. I started my way up the crowded stairs. It was almost like herding cattle. Taking the less traveled path, I ended up right where I needed to be -- French Class.
A lone bead of sweat trickled down my brow. But I was ready.
I let out a sigh of relief. It was over. The clouds parted, the sun shined brightly... I could see clearly. But it wasn't over. I had the grin of a winner, but it wouldn't last long.
The bell signalled the end of the day. That was it... for now anyways
-Tuesday-
Forgot to write for today
-Wesnesday
I need a haircut...
-Thursday- The Abrupt End
The teacher was stright. The room was cold. Colder than Montreal in the winter nights. Colder than death.

Well, that was it. That was the week long summary. I ended it quickly because of how I couldn't think up any good similies for the text. Anyways, later on, I'll continue with the Black Book Chronicles, with a couple of brief entries involving the need for tear gas in schools and a metro car with only four lights on.