My occasional morning can consist of many things. It usually consists of the same menial drive to school and the same thoughts flowing through my muddled head. The first thing I see in the morning is the low golden dim of the light under my door. Annoyance sets in as I begin to understand that this day isn’t mine to enjoy. My tired eyes sting red with the previous night's unrest of negative thoughts. As it's time to leave I walk out into the cold and crisp air of Wisconsin. It really is a slap in the face every time and it doesn’t get any better. It's still dark out when I get on to my bus. I hear a screech of the tires and as I walk up the steps of the bus I greet the Bus driver with a kind “Morning”. She greets me as well. I see a few tired heads trying to milk a few more minutes of sleep before the day beings. I sit on the bus and look out the window and see all the other people and I think to myself how everyone has places to be. I think to myself what do I want to do. The cold and blue road eventually meets to a contrast in the dark. A rough red building. School was there to be experienced, even if I didn’t like waking up. I could hope to achieve what those people outside of the bus did every day.