I've plunged back to the school year and this first week has crawled by. I'm already drowning in a non-ending pile of homework as I prepare for lots of tests coming up. If my mother weren't a teacher I would say that teachers have nothing better to do then plan tests. But I guess they just get back into the week and are ready to go. If I ever become a teacher, I'll be the same person so I would definatly not be able to do that.
Unfortunately, during the school week I have almost no time to myself so I can't write or read or paint or anything but work. The only reason I keep going is the light at the end of the tunnel, that I'm leaving next year and I can be in control. For now I'm getting more and more rebellious against my parents and htey are getting tougher and tougher. I can also tell that they're trying to kind of finish up their parenting and being very loving before I leave.
I can't get through one day without people reminding me of how I'm going to college next year. I mean, I'm still the same, it's not that important. I just can't wait for the rest of this year to end. 8th grade has been long and tiring just like almost everyday in it.
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