A day in the life of Admiral Ackbar

The room was cold, but Ackbar like its that way. What he didn't like was his very annoying alarm clock that always seemed to wake him up late. He rolled out of bed hitting the floor with a thud, hoping that the impact would help him regain consciousness. Ackbar didn't have enough time to take a shower so hew would just put his head under the sink. The water was frigid, which was ironic because it was so hot outside, oh well that helped him wake up. He had to hurry because if Ackbar got another tardy he wouldn't be allowed off campus for two weeks. He took the back roads to school to avoid traffic, but the downside was that they were incredibly windy. Also one slow car could mean the difference of a 10 minute drive to a 30 minute drive. Luckily he was not caught behind one of those cars. He pulled into the parking lot the same time as a number of his friends, this was fortunate because no one wants to walk alone. He had a class first period, it was math, which made Ackbar a little uneasy because he never did math homework, but the teacher also never checked. First period went by quickly and so did second and third period, but forth period was always the slowest because of anticipation. Where was he going to lunch? Quite possibly the biggest question of the day. Ackbar was leaning toward the usual of Taco Del Mar, which was both quick and cheap. Two very good qualities of a restaurant. Going to Taco Del Mar allowed him with ample time to travel back to school and enjoy his senior privileges, the ones that were causing the administration so much trouble. But who cares, he deserved them and felt entitled to them because every class before him enjoyed the same privilege. Lunch was over, back to the grind. The afternoon was always longer than the morning, or at least it seemed that way. The last 15 minutes of the day are unbearable. Driving home took longer that driving to school mostly because Ackbar took the main roads, which had a lot of traffic in the afternoons. Arriving home was always a relief. Taking off hies shoes, getting something to drink, and watching a recorded show offered the best relief after a day of work. It was a routine, and Ackbar loved it, but he also hated it. He didn't want his life to be a routine, but its to hard to change. After dinner he'd check his homework, then check his computer. He'd brush his teeth, wash his face, get in the shower, then immediately go to bed. It was a routine, a comfortable yet troubling routine.