Monday, August 31, 2009

6 AM wake up calls

I really hate waking up early. I really, really do.

I see no point in making children suffer just to go to a cold brick building that every sane person under the age of 18 hates.

I mean really, are they trying to make kids hate school more?

The good thing about it is that since school starts at 7:20 AM, school ends at 2:02.

So that's nice.
But still.

Also... I know for a lot of people, today is the first day back. I just wanted to say have a good school year and start off the right way.

What do I mean by the right way?

I mean actually try to work hard the first month of school. It makes the whole year run much more smoothly.

Trust me, I know from experience.

My 7th grade year I was great at that. I did my work, did it right, and got done early.

My 8th grade year... not so much.
The first week was a total mess for me which made it so much harder the rest of the year to get anything done.

This year, I'm trying to redo my 7th grade year.

No... I'm not going back 2 grades.

I mean, I'm going to try hard.

I'll let you know if that works out for me...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

A new year...

Well... here it is... the new school year has arrived.

And with it, goes everything I ever knew.

Haha just kidding...

But seriously there have been some major changes.

First off I'm starting High school this year. A freshmen as they call me. And with that comes the lovely responsibility of carrying the seniors instruments up and down big hills to the High School stadium. (by the way this was only during band camp... which lasted almost 3 weeks)

Then after that, High School actually started.


I'm actually taking a couple classes at the school this year, and I'm beginning to see it may have been a mistake. But it's only the start of the school year, I can't go making judgments just yet. Or at least serious ones.

How do I like band, you ask?

It's ok. I was really excited for it before but I'm kinda really nervous now.

I'll live, I know that much.

But how come everything seems so goshdarn dramatic?

It's like every little thing is the end of the world.


Do hormones really hate me that much?

I know that the world will keep spinning.

But how come I don't know that when it feels like it's over?


oh the burden of teen-hood.