Hypnotic C-Day

Junior year life seems to be on an organized schedule. We have A-Day for Assembly, C-Day for Chapel, and E-Day for extended homeroom. Today happened to be C-day, meaning that Chapel was to be part of our day at 11:30. A dreadful thought of sitting, waiting, and listening for an hour which really seems like two or three. I actually don’t mind having Chapel. It’s a forced upon break in a way where I can just relax and not think about school.
The big clock hits 11:25. I walk to homeroom leaving the comforts of the library: the beat of productivity, research papers some Hawaiian guy, and some really old books. For I shall return to complete what needs to be finished. Making my way across the congested campus I stop off at my locker before heading to homeroom. I then read 11:28 off the big clock. Finally head over to homeroom where I check in and leave straight to Chapel. Walking along the roadway with the Chapel in the distance I watch those who fall under the spell of temptation. As I reach the halfway point of the roadway I feel my stomach trying to influence my judgement. I ignore it. Reaching my final destination at 11:35.
The soothing melody fills the sanctuary settling everyone down to prepare for the service. Already I notice the guy who always sleeps in Chapel is already knocked out with his head lying back on the pew. Chapel goes on to introducing two guests who speak to us about Buddhism. The lady goes up to the stand and begins to speak about what Buddhism is all about. Looking around and noticing myself, the energy of the room had dropped incredibly. By the time the Buddhist minister begins his talk. You can see tha more than half my grade was no longer with the service. I turn to look back at the clock behind the Chapel, 11:56. I feel my stomach grumble, my mind unable to absorb the words of the speaker, I close my eyes.
Feeling a poke from my neighbor, I return to consciousness. I turn back to see the clock reading 12:18 and hear the Chaplain’s voice preparing the closing of the service. I didn't know exactly what the Chapel was all about but I had a pretty clear understanding of what happened. Though it was quite boring but also informitive. I feel that it was more of a class rather than a Chapel service. Because Chapel is a place im normally up and awake to actually listen and relax. I guess sometimes Chapel is some what of a class that tries to lectures to us through hidden meaning from the bible, or etc. But, now I understand why that guy always sleeps in Chapel.