Bicycle cards

It is I that allows my owner to get through the endless agony known as high school. It is I that provide him with hours upon hours of meaningless entertainment. If not for I, there is no doubt that sanity would have long left his body. I come in countless forms and shapes; my existence predates you. I am not one entity, but something greater, being comprised of fifty-four individual minds. I am the playing card.

Normally, my place of rest in his backpack is next to the scholarly calculator. I am taken out to relieve the boredom that inevitably comes with education. Whether it be shuffling me in weird ways or what not, I unfortunately don't receive much action, accredited to the discrimination teachers have against me.

But that all changes in fourth hour. In the lovely class of calculus 2, he and three other fine gentlemen plays a daily game of spades after a tedious math lesson. The tension and desire for victory manifests themselves in the insults and profanities that are tossed around haphazardly; occasionally punches are thrown. But in the end, it's all fun and games, being an excellent way to alleviate boredom and better prepare them for the continued onslaught of 5th and 6th hour.

When he gets home, he continues to shuffle me while browsing the internet; he's doing it right now as he's typing this. I hate to say it, but he has the attention span of a toddler. Whether it be spinning that stupid pencil or restlessly tapping his legs, the chap does not stop moving his body. If he does, he'll get bored and attempt to to break the boredom, many a times doing something incredibly stupid. Therefore, my role in his life is to ensure that he stays entertained, and more importantly, safe.