So I am finally on my last year of high school. Most students would be excited about this, but I am not. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of getting this over with. I just have a lot to do before it is done. People say that your high school years are the best years of your life.
“You’re going to miss it when you graduate.”
I think that is a load of poo. You see, I started off high school by going to a public school where I saw most of the people I went to middle school with. That was strangely comforting, but my first year was still terrifying. I mean, who’s wasn’t? My second year in high school was not too bad, but if you ask me.. I hated every second of it. I just really hate school.
The thing is, I was never bullied, fortunately. I had friends, my grades were decent, and I minded my own business. It was the small things that happened during the school day that really made it difficult for me.
Maaaan, did this really make me want to vomit (not word vomit, actual vomit) all over the front row.
This class was a task on it’s own. I know, you’re probably thinking, “wow, she must be really lazy.” I am. That is not the point though, gym class was awkward. Everyone was at that age where they felt silly playing these stupid games we have been playing since elementary school. It got to the point where people would purposely not “dress out” for gym just to go walk field. Anything was better than staying inside that clammy dungeon of embarrassment. Eventually, too many people stopped to dressing out so our coach decided to stop the whole “dress out” rule and everyone had to start participating. “Dressed out” or not.
That’s when I decided I had enough of that, and I stopped going to gym class. Yup, I didn’t go to gym class for the entire last half of my sophomore school year. Everyday, I would skip gym class and go to the first lunch of the day, “A” lunch. This continued on and on till the end of the year. Of course I had to go back at the end of the year and take an end of the year exam. I don’t remember what my teacher told me or if he even told me anything. I still some how got credit for the class though.
I always hated walking through the crowed hallways. You would think that after a couple days I would get use to it, and I did. Still hated it. The thing is, I was always a lot shorter than most people. I always had to guess I was going the right way because I could never see over anyone. It was especially hard when having to get to the other side of the hallway during passing period. It was like crossing a really busy street with no stoplights.
Then when you finally get to class and you settle into your desk, you still have to deal with even more people.
There was always those kids in class that made you feel so self conscious about yourself because they were considered “cool.” Either they were really loud, of really quiet. They knew they were “popular” though, and they knew other people knew who they were without introducing themselves. Then there was the smart kids that didn’t talk to anyone, or everyone. Then there was the kids who just watched and never interacted, that was my category.
Let’s fast forward to where I am now. So I decided to take on online school, and I am currently 4 weeks away for finishing. I hope. I’m behind on my assignments right now and I keep hoping and praying that I somehow finish all of this work in time. If I don’t, I would potentially have to start a whole other year and I certainly do not want that.
Despite the fact that I know I have a lot of work to do, I continue to push it away. Procrastination at it’s finest, I know. I much rather lay in bed and binge watch “Keeping up with The Kardashians.” I do believe that I will get this work done in time though. Despite the fact that I’m behind. I believe that on the last week I’ll probably be cramming in all these assignments in one day just so I can finish on time. I’ll finish, I’m just going to make it hard on myself.
Any ways, think I should stop there. I have to go back and stare at all my overdue assignments and not do a thing about it. Thanks for letting me vomit all over you.