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| Me & Carrie attempting to ride the tandem bike in LBI |
Knowing that the next day you take a turn back to reality, back to the days that you so impatiently waited for to end. And it really sucks to know that yes, they're back. So I'm not excited for school at all, and I'm pretty sure no one else (besides the parents) are either. It means work, sleepless nights, and annoying people. I can already feel the mid-January dread coming on, the kind that says, "How many more months till June?!" Just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach and my eyes droop with tiredness. Especially with SATs, AP classes, and college applications - forget about it. I'll be lucky if I make it out alive by April. I also heard that my physics teacher is - traditionally - the worst one. That really sucks, too, because you know what? My freshman biology teacher was also the hardest, as was my sophomore chemistry teacher. Someone else told me that my AP English teacher is really tough. Dad's still pushing my buttons as to why I didn't try harder to get into AP history. I went from fourth period (10:40) lunch two years in a row to seventh period (1:30). Precalc? Let's not. Am I actually going to have to try in gym class? And will crafts be a break from all this stress? *sigh* Well, I don't quite know what else to say besides the fact that I am most certainly not excited for this year to start.
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