My first period class has the hardest floor which made it the most uncomfortable class to sit in. I had to sit all the way against the back wall and found two pads that I could sit on to create a little more padding. All of my teachers were very understanding of the task I had to complete and were happy to allow me to sit on the floor. Towards the end of the second day I started to accept what I had to do and suck it up. The hardest part was to keep calm when my body started to ache from sitting on the floor. I constantly thought about just laying on my bed for 5 minutes, but I had to resist. I made it threw the second day the easiest. I think it is safe to say that the second day was the calm before the storm. On the third day I couldn't take it anymore and sat on my bed and laid on my bed the moment I got home. My body was hurting and i’m pretty sure that my tailbone was starting to bruise. “Life was pain, the world was full of suffering.” It felt so good to sit down for the moment that I was cheating. After my body felt relaxed again I got out of my bed and started sitting back on the floor. As I started to look back on my day I became more frustrated about breaking my self deprivation than not being able to use any