An Oppression of Time

On Sunday, the hour from 2:00 to 3:00 AM didn't exist. It was stolen from us and sent to the future. People like to say that this gives us more time. How can taking away time give us more time?

When I moved the clock forward and obliterated an hour of time, I could almost hear a deep, majestic voice from the cosmos say, "You'll thank me later." Yeah right.

I can't stand it to see my body go through this pain. I have to look myself in the eyes and tell my tired body that it can't wake up when it's used to. It's schedule is just plain disrupted.

Time is one of the few things we have that is constant. But even that has been stripped from us. How can we survive when time itself changes? No more will I put up with this. No more can I sit by while this theft is taking place. The time for action has come! Join with me, and together we will rebel against this atrocity and retrieve what was wrongly taken from us!

On the other hand, it snowed Sunday night, making school start 2 hours late on Monday. I was able to sleep in, and it was such a sweet thing. After all that ranting and raving, a way was made to help me get through this trial. I was understood when I thought that no one did. So maybe the fault is in the government, not anything else.