high school

Rant. Fucking rant.

Alright. Being in high school sucks. Everyone knows it. For a teenager, high school is probably, as of the moment, the period in which work is just shit on you like you don’t have friends. And also they expect you to balance a social life or else face the consequences.
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Sleep.

It’s been a long while since I’ve actually gotten a full night of sleep. Every night, I drop dead at 1/1:30 just to wake up 5 or 6 hours later at 6/7.
Now, people seem to blame it on my ‘caffeine addiction.’ No, I can go without coffee. I’m not addicted. I love coffee, but I don’t depend on it to get through the day.
I’m just generally tired.
Everyday, I go walk 2 miles to get home. I have tons of homework to do as soon as I get home, and with or without procrastination, said work will take about 5 hours anyway.
People believe that I don’t get enough sleep because I try to take a two hour nap every day. Wrong. I sleep at the same time, every day.
I don’t get enough sleep because I’m overworked and as a young man need to balance a healthy social life.
Anyone have tips on how to better manage time?
Leave a comment if you have any of the same problems!

Wow, do I feel stupid.

Forgetting something that you reminded yourself about 2 minutes earlier. One of the worst feelings, ever.

I’m in high school. I try to keep my locker organized. Being 6 feet tall, I keep the books I need to take home at the top shelf of my locker, eye-level. I throw all the useless binders and folders on the bottom.

But, I’m in high school. I have the memory (and attention span) of a lifeless twig.

I told myself that I’d take my Spanish textbook home after Spanish class, which is the first class I have in the morning. Then, once again, I told myself to take my Spanish book home after AP World History class, around noon. And so the end of the school day comes around at 2:20.

I get to my locker. I unlock it. I throw the lock under the Spanish textbook on the top shelf, as usual. I’m conversing with my buddy, who for the sake of anonymity shall be called Bush, and I zone out from the conversation to make a mental list of the things I need to take home.

  • Spanish textbook
  • Homework folder
  • Agenda

Bush keeps blabbering on and on about the awkward stare down he had with the “hot girl in our English class” whilst I rummaged for my skateboard and proper folders.

I get everything I need.

I grab the lock from under the textbook. Lock the locker. Walk away.

A couple of hours later, on the way home from a little after school skateboard session with my buddy, I realize something. I FORGOT MY TEXTBOOK. Panic races through me, for I have the most strict Spanish teacher in the school. “Goddamn it, my fucking luck…” I continually repeat to myself. I frantically search through my phone’s contact list. I blank out on whose numbers I do and do not have.

Thank Mark Zuckerberg (and his underlings) for Facebook. One friend, who shall be called Shelly, whose number I did not have, shares the same teacher. She was able to send me pictures of the textbook pages that I needed to copy and translate.

There was no point to this story. All I was getting at was that I’m an insanely forgetful person, and I need to work on my short term memory. What a waste of your time.

Hopefully you’re still reading. I just made you lose the game.

Back to school. Ugh.

It’s that time of year again here in good ole NY State. Probably most of the US, but… Well… Yeah. So.
Back to school time. Really not my favorite time of the year. It’s stressful. All the parents are rushing to Staples to grab the supplies, clogging the highways to finally rid their houses of their college-bound sons and/or daughters. Meanwhile, the non-veteran students are frantically jogging to class, trying to make a good first impression.
What shocks me about this time of year is that many high school freshmen don’t realize that it is a chance to reinvent themselves. Change your image for the better. Forget the peer pressure and be you. And high school is the perfect place to express yourself! There are bound to be at least tens of kids with the same interest. If you don’t mix in well with a group of kids, who cares? Be that universal guy. Attack all sides of life, people.
I’ve never been a normal kid. I’ve always been weirder and more unusual than most. I’m one of those universal guys. I can mix in with the likes of anyone. There’s no reason to be afraid of tackling new horizons.
Oh, you’re not afraid of making friends? You’re terrified of the workload? Trust me, everyone is. I’m taking a college level course this year. It hasn’t even been a whole week of school yet, and I’m already feeling overwhelmed by the curriculum. But it isn’t a reason to not accept the challenge. It’s a way to better yourself.
Do you have your own thoughts on back to school season? Do you have any advice for the incoming freshies and new students? Leave some comments down below and make sure to like this post!

Earworm: “Math Suks” by Jimmy Buffett

Okay, I’ll admit. This song isn’t actually stuck in my head because of the tune. Quite frankly, I hate this song. It sucks just as badly as math does. My trigonometry teacher has a sign on her desk that says, “Math suks,” and at least 9 people asked about it. She had to explain it so many times that it has been implanted in my head. What a great memory for the first day of school.

 

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