I Need To Finish This

    My life is becoming some sort of after-school drama. Or sunday independent film. Kinda cool kinda not. Any given day in my recent past has had ample potential for existential crises, hallmark moments, or painfully awkward blunders. But If the movie were to have a plot, it would be pushed through by the progression of the rugby season. And it would follow my awkward existence, the first scene being me In my night time rituals, headphones in and shirtless wearing sweat pants that are too big and aimlessly wide eyed. I would have just finished making calls and putting in all this work to spread word for rugby. And in the background I'd begin by introducing myself, and what I happen to be doing, getting ready for bed. Then a scene would shift to me finally in bed with a screen glowing in my face on my floor ( because I've out grown my cramped bed and room fr the matter ). And in a nice clean sweep of modern cinematography the camera would zoom In to the phone, the rugby highlight video I'm watching, and narration would once more pick up as it all fades to flash backs and forms a little exposition. You know, like how I started rugby, and maybe even introduce my social life little, so as to present characters and relationships but not give too much just yet. That is left for the progression of the plot to build upon.   Once finished, and with some quirky half angsty line, the screen would black out in the fashion the eye blinks or a shutter closes, and boom.
    Alarms. Slap. I see the alarm, rub sleep from eyes, yawn loudly and fly through morning necessities. Cut to me running late driving to school, speeding with food In mouth pen in hand and note card on the wheel. Then to me running through the main entrance with a cam angle gradually raising up and panning out. Then me sliding by security as they hold up other students and then a birds eye from the skylight in the ceiling as I bustle to class. Screen is black, you hear me exhale, and then it cuts to an action shot as speeches are being given shifting to different shots of peoples faces, all equally glazed over. And small pieces of each class would be presented, the classes I find more eventful or impactful getting more exposure than others. And then after summarizing highs and low points Of my senior life, with inaudible scenes and sarcastic narration to match, the film would sort of time lapse through to now. Hopefully presenting itself as the journey of a kid who expects too much, dreams too much, blames himself a lot, sleeps too little, and tries to fix it all with the help of his teacher, extensive reading, a few good friends, and a whole lot of chance-taking.
Once the summer is about over I'll be sure to pick up on this and make clear how the rest of the "movie" plays out.