I felt a Funeral in my Brain

This morning was senior sunrise; a time when the senior class gets up extraordinarily early for teenagers, and watches the sunrise together, symbolizing the beginning of their senior year. Due to the fact that I not only live past town, but I also live past the "past town" on the edge of nowhere, I had to get up at 4:30 in the morning to get to school on time. No way was I wearing real clothes, so I picked out my sweats and a sweater, attempted to let my ducks out who were still sleeping, and left my house. The plus side about driving at 5 am is that no one is up so there is no traffic to deal with. All the seniors looked like zombies when I pulled up, and I understood why. We all watched the sunrise together, and barely made it though our classes alive, seeing how tired we all were. Luckily, one of the perks of being a senior is off campus, which means I got home at 1:30 in the afternoon. I discovered I was home alone, ate ice cream, and updated my iTunes library until 7:30, with a few "play with my cat" breaks and "refill my water cup" breaks and "eat all the goldfish" breaks. I eventually showered and started homework. It is now past ten at night and I am just finishing up my English homework. I feel like I really related to the poem "I felt a Funeral in my Brain" because my day has been 18 hours long so far and I'm attempting to do both AP English homework and AP biology homework with insight and intelligence. It's not my best plan, but you have to do what you have to do. My brain feels like mush, as if it has died and there is now a funeral for it. I especially like the quote "My Mind was going numb" because that accurately describes how I feel. I hope not all days end like this, because I'm not sure how much longer I can handle 18 hour days.