Today started out like any other; mom knocks on the door and wakes
me up...then ten minutes later, she comes to my door and finds me sitting on
the floor zoning. She yells get going or I won't get breakfast, and I look
around me at the pile of clothes on the floor and reach for a shirt and a pair
of pants. I know she's going to take one look at me and ask if I'm wearing
clean clothes; the fact is, I don't know if they're clean or not...I try to
remember to put the clean ones away and the dirty ones in the basket, but most
of the time, most of my clothes lay in a heap on my floor. Mom says
she has to choose her battles and pretty much leaves my room alone. Sometimes
when mom finds me zoning, she just says "focus;" that's kind of been
our code word since I was in pre-school. She even taught my teachers to whisper
or mouth the word to me if they found me zoning in class. Now that I'm
in middle school, though, mom is less patient and just yells.
Anyway, I walk to school and hang out in the library before
school; I don't have many friends at school, but a few of them hang out in the
library too. Most kids think I get in trouble too much or say I'm dumb and
don't want to hang out with me. My friends in the library are okay with me
and we usually talk about computer games. If I didn't have to go to
school, I would be so high up in WOW (World of Warcraft) by
now; on Saturday, I did a three-hour dungeon run with my guild
members...we rocked that raid! My guild is so cool; they always say
"lol" after everything I say...they're really my real friends. When I
told Mr. Roy, my history teacher, about the dungeon run, he looked at me
and said how on earth do you play a game for three hours when you can't listen
to me for ten minutes! I guess he doesn't get it...WOW is different. Maybe if
Mr. Roy would break up his talking with a raid, well, I mean, like a group
thing where we talk with people near us and...hey, yeah, I know...like today in
class he was talking about the industrial revolution...what if he let us form
groups and come up with our own industry and see if we could make it work and
how long we could make it work and we had to make sure we were working with the
other industries and no one could just sit and everyone had a job...well, I
think I wouldn't zone so much if we did stuff like that in class (Weinfeld,
Barnes-Robinson, Jeweler & Shevitz, p. 226).
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