I will probably make a part 2 because I'm not overly fond of this one. Still.

The more you walk, the further the end of the hallway appears.

You wonder how long you've been walking.

You are in the assembly hall, before the graduation ceremony. The’re is nobody there. You remember you were supposed to get here with your parents, but the last thing you can remember is going out of the classroom where you had your final class. You still have your pen in hand, but you’re dressed up, and you know its graduation day. You’re hungry.

You feel like you’ve been here for ages. Suddenly people appear, but you don’t see your classmates. You can't recognize any of the parents. All of the faces look blurry to you. 

You sit down and blink. You’re up on the stage, getting your high school diploma. People clap, parents take photos, headmaster shakes your hand, you hear cars outside of the assembly hall. You blink, next thing you're back in your seat.

It's stuffy and warm. People are talking, it's getting louder and hotter. You're sweating. You look around. Nobody else is. Everybody has a blank face. They don’t stop clapping.

You want to get up and leave, but you can’t. You feel heavy. The graduation ceremony has started in the morning, you look out of the window. Its getting dark. You start to fall asleep. Next thing you know, its everyone clapping at the headmaster’s final speech, getting up and leaving. you look out of the window. It’s early afternoon. 

You leave the hall. The janitor waves your hand at you. You never seen his face, he was always either turned back or bent over something; He smiles and his eyes shine. They’re yellow. You gulp and walk away but you turn around at the last moment. He’s still there, and he still smiles and waves. You hurry. 

You try to find your friends and family. Finally, you see your father. He hugs you and whispers “you’re no longer in high school”. You can't move. He lets go off you and walks away. You can’t move. 

You feel untethered and unsupervised. You tell yourself you’re free, but there’s something wrong. The moment you step out of the building you start to notice things you think haven’t been there before. The things notice you back. The shadow in the chemistry classroom window. The twisted weeds growing out of on the pavement. The cats and homeless suddenly start paying attention to you. Shadows seem darker. The grass seems to hear your footsteps. 

On a digital watch: easy, quick, little to no effort, time is told to you and you easily understand it, 10/10

On a clock face watch: why do you have this? was it a gift? precious family heirloom? a deceased party's? if you don't think about it then it is easy but the second you think while trying to read the time you cannot comprehend anything, 2/10

On a microwave: a mistake, a late night mistake to glance at the microwave clock, why would you do this to yourself? 3/10

On an oven: either you're waiting impatiently for something or you checked in the middle of the night getting a glass of water, either way you are filled with dread, 1/10

On a phone: fast, simple, easy, maybe too easy, may have to check again in a second because you already forgot, 8/10

On a tablet: same as the phone but maybe a little slower, 7/10

On a laptop: time does not exist here yet it does all the same 6/10

On a desktop: dreadfully slow or incredibly fast and no in-between, would like to get off this ride, 5/10

On a non-digital wall clock: incredibly slow, you are in public and have been waiting for the clock had to move for three hours but it has only seemed to move backwards, -2/10

On a digital clock: too fast for comfort, was it not just two hours ago? you could've sworn it had only been two minutes, 0/10

Asking someone else to tell you: the dreadful regret of forcing yourself to be known in this mortal realm, slow, always seems wrong even though no one ever lies, 2/10

On a sundial: reliable except when not sunny, hard to access, 3/10

Looking at the sun: maybe noon-ish? your eyes are burning, it's cloudy the next day, you cannot see the sun, too unreliable, 0/10

Through feeling: sometimes you just know, there are people who know all the time, do not trust those people, they are not human, -5/10

I am approaching the jazz band room. I know this from the monotonous metronome that fills the halls around it. There is no one in the jazz room, but the air conditioner is still angry. It does not like to be bothered.

Somewhere, a drum lesson is happening. There is no one here. I sit at the piano. It is not my piano. It looks like my piano and it sounds like my piano, but it is not my piano.