High-School Is A Struggle


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. I’m right now at the Media Center in the high-school I’m going to, which is basically the library in short. I’ve come up with a method to do some posting for you guys from the Media Center where 20-30 minutes of time is provided for me. Hopefully you won’t have a problem with it if you enjoy my posts. 😉 No music/video for today, cause I’m at my high-school and apparently Youtube is restricted from the computers here as well as Wikipedia and Twitter, which is stupid, but oh well.

Today, first day back from school, after an awesome weekend was a bit foggy. I haven’t been paying attention the stuff going on in my life lately. Everything’s a blur. Nothing seems too important to me. I guess it’s something you get used to when you’re really busy in high-school and get only a certain number of hours to sleep. I mean, I can remember the conversations I had with friends and with people I don’t know, and when I look back at those conversations I actually am surprised those people talked to me and that we talked about that certain thing. I don’t know. Even in classes. Teachers say some crucial information. I can’t seem to process any of it. It’s really weird. It feels like everything is blurred, unless I put my mind to memorize that scene/memory. I know, it’s weird. Don’t judge.

P.E. was one of the high-lights of today. I played an actual game with the people who weren’t playing Soccer and practiced shots with me. Chris, a friend of mine in P.E. since the beginning of the year, played the game with me along with a few of my other friends. Andrew (not me, of course), also played and played on my team. I’m kind of negotiating whether I should talk to Andrew after the incident that happened with Sydney (my friend) at church. I don’t feel like explaining what happened now, still feel a bit hungry. Lunch is in about 15 minutes from now anyway . . .

I actually made 3 shots in the basketball game since it was just a 3v3 and Andrew really had no choice but to pass it to his friend that was playing on my team or me. So, it was a really good game. For once I’m getting better at playing basketball games with teams of people I don’t know. It’s especially important for me since I want to apply for Basketball.

After P.E., was Honors Language Arts. We just did our Bellwork (when she gives us a sentence to work on for a week, and we have to correct it in different ways each day of the week [today was parts of speech]), then our SSR reading (when we’re given 10-15 minutes to read a book we picked specifically from the library) and now that I think about it, I’m gonna have to finish my SSR reading novel in about two days because I need to pay back the library for my overdue.

Honors Biology, was a blur. I just remembered that she showed us the test that we took on Friday (a big test over the unit) and pointed out how we failed those questions and pointed out how stupid we were messing up those questions. It felt embarassing that I was one of the stupid people in the class. I’m hoping that my grade average was at least an A. I’m confident of it. But then again, lately everything I’ve been confident about has bit me in the butt (for nicer way to say).

Accelerated Math, I did not even pay attention, I tried to pay attention and comprehend what the teacher was saying, but nothing was connecting, and all I did the duration of the class period was tilt my head and lean it against my arm and try to make myself go to sleep and skip the whole hour of this boring and unproductive class period. I remember faintly we were going over different types of graph functions such as Odd and Even functions. I got that part, but the parts where polynomials and equations involving symmetry came in, I started to get confused and panicked in my mind. I’m not usually this half-hearted about everything. It’s definitely not because of video-games. It’s got something to do with the food I’m eating, people I’m around, and especially the people I’m hanging around. That’s the only thing I can concur with.

French was actually a fun class. I got to crack a nice “Lilo and Stitch” joke. Only to have my friend Max try to one me up and use Stitch’s voice to get the attention of the class. Otherwise it was a fun class. We got a bit into the new unit of French we’re going to be working on. “Family”. After that, it was just waiting for the class to end for me.

Digital Technology made me feel smart since we were doing some sort of programming and commands with this program the teacher is making this class use called “Scratch” which can make a large amount of things. Today, we were designated to figure out how to construct the game “Pong” from “Scratch” which had a lot of programming and code involved. By the end of my project, I had so much more code than most of the people around me, it felt so awesome. I don’t know, I guess I just like to be better than everybody. It makes me feel at peace with myself.

Cross Country was awesomely tiring. We had to do 4 1000 meter runs, which means we had to run 1000 meters in distance 4 times. The first two times we had to run the 1000 meters we had to run 5K Race Pace, which is the pace we want to run for our next race which is gonna be in Mulberry and is apparently going to be a really “difficult” hill course. The third time we ran the 1000 meter we had to run tempo pace which is in between jogging and 5K Race Pace. 4th time we had to go Hammer speed, in which I like to call it “Hammer Time” *cue the music*. 🙂 I ran the Hammer 30 seconds faster than my fastest run on the 1000 meters, taken in mind the course was covered many hills. I ended up having a sore ankle that extremely hurt when I moved it for our cool-down. I didn’t want to walk though, because the couches warned us that if they catch us walking on the cool-downs then our Cross Country season is over. So I mustered through it. When we came back to the Cross Country locker rooms I ditched the place, immediately. Not even wanting to stretch.

It was a struggle having to walk home, since I had the bad ankle and looked like a retard walking awkwardly with my bad foot. Surprisingly, my Dad passed by me with my brother, Matthew in the front of the car with him. I was so grateful for them, because I thought they were gonna pick me up. Wrong. Turns out, when I wanted an unnecessary 15 minutes for them to drive back to me, I figured that they weren’t gonna pick me up and that my Dad had to do something more important. So I walked home, with the bad ankle and tried to whine too much about it. Though I won’t deny that I cursed many times at my ankle for giving me such a hard time.

When I arrived home, my Mom gave me a lecture about how I was late for home and how she was calling my couches to figure out where I was. I just told her the story of my Dad and how I was confused if he was going to pick me up or not. She calmed down after that, and then I went back outside and got Markel outside to play Basketball with me.

Overall the day was just really a struggle. I love high-school, no doubt about it. I just hate the education part of it. It just feels that no matter how hard I try, the grades don’t come to my standard. It really pisses me off. Otherwise, everything is a blur, and I feel everything is going too fast for me to comprehend.

Anyway! Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

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