Chronicles of a golden potro.

Sometimes I think about the way I look at life and I try hard not to get depressed. Seeing so much damn unfairness I can’t but get mad, feel the blood rushing to my face and my throat itching wanting to scream out “what the fuck is wrong with you people?”

You get up early (4:40am) only to run out freezing in the morning cold ten minutes later to prepare to run lazy laps half sleeping till someone thinks it’s time to go, half the people there walk around lost acting like they don’t know what running is and seem too think it’s funny to cal out that you should trie running faster, you would get mad but the idea of half of your class room sleeping in their worm beds when you are running just because they think they are better than that.

They let you go and with weak legs you trie to get back to your room as soon as possible to be able to take a quick shower before you have to run out to breakfast, only to arrive and see that those that couldn’t be bothered are fresh and ready waiting for their meal, you enter the cafeteria too be passed over and over again by people pushing you to the end of the line again and again in till there is nobody left but you, hard bread and cold coffee has to do the trick wile you run back to prepare your brief case, clean the bathroom, sweep and mop the hallway, pick up trash outside the dorm and take out the trash.

You barely arrive on time to class where the teachers tell you how the 15% of your classmates will be gone before the semesters end, you look around trying to find a friendly reassuring face and you see is sleepy young adults trying to keep their eyes open some can others cant, others just smirk about the idea of more space in the classroom, it seems sometimes it’s harder to find a friend than you would think.

The class ends and you run out trying to keep your hands arms and other unfriendly limbs away from your freshly shined belt buckle while you clean one shoe with one hand and straighten your cap with the other, tripping on the way and almost crashing in to a superior officer you apologize trough lie and run on almost losing your breath before you take your place in formation where they tell you that your pants are wrinkled (in the area where you sit down), your belt buckle has a spot the size of a dust speck and it seems like you haven’t polished your shoes in weeks, you turn around to look at everybody ells around you how seem to full fill their expectations and they look exactly the same as you so what’s the problem?

Most days you just laugh it off and continue with your life thinking that karma is fair and square and that sooner or later everything falls under its own weight. Other days you seem to be over aware of pathetic and useless people pas buy suffering and enduring nothing, never knowing the satisfaction of a hard day’s work in their life, they come up to you trying to tell you what to do and how to work harder to be a better person joust like them.

The first thing that comes in to mind is kicking their teeth in, sadly you can’t, you trie to walk away and they seem to chase after you, giving advice you didn’t ask for with half ass excuses of why they are better and work harder then you.

You end up pissed off and cursing, biting your tong off and kicking the ground. The day seems to flow by to slow, more horrible people then you have seen all month seem to be suddenly in your face with the simple idea of ruining your mood any time it seems to improve a little.

You finish with your classes for the day only to hurry up and change in to gym clothes to run with other people that pas by doing pig sounds because they say that you are so morbidly obese that you have to run at least one hour a day so that they can give you the privilege of remaining in school. They push you to the limit telling you that you’re not good enough and that in any moment you will quit. The exercise ends and they tell you how pathetic you are for being tired.

You change your clothes in to an overall to go and pick up huge piles of grass and carrie it 200 meters to make another huge pile of grass. In your tenth lap carrying the 7 kilo load you notice that only other 3 people are actually doing anything. While they lay in the grass you sweet your ass off.

At the end of the day your mad, sad, frustrated, stressed, depressed, and homicidal, you get back to your room only to encounter your roommates, laughing about your pain and telling you to let it slip and not let it bother you everybody has passed through that path, you take a cold shower cursing the lack of heat and the hunger thanks to the horrible cooking skills of the cafeteria staff, you lay down to sleep feeling that you will doze of the moment your head touches the pillow only to be awaken by a knocking on the door and a uniform to iron, another empty say as you dig out your iron and connect it your roommates already fast asleep probably remembering there younger days when not even sitting down was an option, you smile to yourself in the dimly lighted room knowing that you better work fast because you have an early morning ahead of you.