Sweet Dreams(History and Food)

Pilgrims, Settlers, Sumerians. Crusades, Civil Wars, World Wars. Revolutions, politics, caste systems, religious beliefs, slavery, freed men...History was boring. If history repeats itself, why must we learn about the same history every year that we go to school? It will never change, it's destined to repeat itself. Everyday that passes becomes history because it can't be re-lived...only retold. We live history everyday. Unfortunately...Philosophy

is a different class then history and both have to be passed in order to graduate college. Regardless of personal theory, history must be passed on the information covered in class...not how you perceive history. History bored her.
That was her current dilemma as she sat in the living room of her parents house, her history book in front of her. Personally, she didn't care about Sumerians, but her teacher though their history was relative enough to make it a major test in class, a test she had to pass unless she wanted to fail and failure was not an option. From the time she awoke, late that Sunday afternoon, until the sun fell and she could see the full moon, she studied. She immersed herself in the boredom that was associated with Sumerian history to the point in which she felt Sumerian. She learned their history, as boring as it was to her, but there was still more! Her eyes started to droop and the words had started to blur...boredom soon joined forces with fatigue and brought her eyes to a momentary close because she was now drowsy. She struggled to stay awake, to continue to read history, but the eyes located on the sides of her face could not stay open...but she received a saving grace.
"Dinner's ready," her father bellowed, jarring her from her sleepy state. She may have hated studying, but she loved food. She ate all the time, ate all day and night, without fear of becoming obese because she remained active. She played badminton daily and a plethora of other sports in her free time. Food and sports were exciting.
She jumped up from her studies and practically ran to the kitchen to see what would be her evening feast. Her smile couldn't be contained as her thoughts of Sumerians and fatigue waned. Both were replaced as she took her place at the dinner table...replaced by hunger and happiness. Her father had made her favorite things to eat. He even made her a banana strawberry smoothie to drink, just to compliment her favorite dish with her favorite drink.
The lamb chops were tantalizing to say the least, accompanied by angel hair pasta with Parmesan cheese. The pasta was piled high and she had plenty of lamb to eat. It took her all of ten minutes to finish all of her favorites, where it would have taken her older brothers at least half hour. However, her love for food came with a curse. The itis was upon her...fatigue returned with ferocity. She had studied enough anyway, enough to get an A...so she thought.
The living room was left alone with the open book of history. Studying was history in her mind as she brushed her teeth and history no longer existed once she fell asleep.
Sweet Dreams.