Surprise, Anonomyous Contributor

It was a warm, bright sunny day. The cool crisp wind blew against my hair, frizzing upon its' touch. I slowly treaded upto the entrance, the doorway into the school that I, like many others, dreaded entering. It was the same as any other day. Open bag. Remove ID. Close. Swip. Return to nearest location (usually my pocket). Walk up steps. 2nd floor. Locker. Bend down. Turn. 5.12.15. Push down. Remove lock. Place unnecessary baggage. Return lock. Push up. Push down and turn to lock. Stand. Walk up steps--again. 5th floor. Breath. Class. Walk in. Sit down. Take out book. Attempt to listen and 'participate.' Yet, today--lucky me--there was a substitute. So, now instead of attempt to listen and 'participate' for an hour-- its' attempt to 'entertain' myself and survive this dull, boring classroom for an hour. The attendence sheet was placed on my desk. Yet, the substitute lingered there. So, I signed my name quickly and handed it over. And there, on her face was this smile-- the same joyful yet mischevious smile that plays across my mother's lips whenever she is onto something. That's the thing that surprises me most.