I miss the mundane

I miss the mundane things in normal everyday life that I used to take for granted. 
Things like hearing music after fourth block on a Friday
When I know I have the whole weekend ahead of me.
I miss the predictability that my normal life had.
I never thought of it as predictable until now, but looking back at it, it was more predictable than I ever appreciated.
It's the little things.
Knowing a certain teacher will always be 15 minutes late to class,
Knowing the tamber of every teacher when they give they're lectures, being caught slightly off guared when they something I find really interesting.
Knowing well how a teachers voice changes when they're about to give us a break.
Having structure, having a typical day you can count on.
Knowing that on Monday morning you'll see everyone again.
Knowing that at 7:15 the bus will come every morning, whether I'm there or not.
The sound of my alarm going off at 6:30,  knowing I can't just press snooze because I have a place to go.
I miss having a place that I'm expected to be.
I miss feeling excited when I looked at what day something important to me was scheduled,
And not feeling scared about whether or not it would really happen at all.
I miss feeling tired after a long day.
I miss coming home on those rare afternoons when I don't have home work, time used to feel like such a gift.
I miss each day being different.
I miss feeling at ease.
I miss feeling normal.