It has now
been officially the first seven weeks of my last year in high school.
Well this is
trippy.
I am not
sure how to react to this... but then again I have had many emotions already
from the time school has begun. For example, I literally had a mental breakdown
the moment that I walked into school this morning. I had gone to a wedding over
the weekend, and I had barely gotten enough sleep to keep myself sane and
awake. I had also attended a youth group celebration party which included
bowling and racing go- carts around the track at Wild Island, and still thought
that I was capable of going to school the following morning.
I was very
wrong.
The fact
that my dad had to go to the emergency room on Saturday due to stomach pains
and difficiculty breathing pushed me over the edge into an abyss of "I
can't take it anymore I just want to sleep in bed all day and forget about
everyone and everything and pig out on left- over hamburgers and toast and ice
cream".
So that is
exactly what I did.
At first I
felt bad about having my mom drive me all the way back home from school... but
then again, I realized that maybe it was God's way of saying STOP. Take a
minute and breathe. Just rest. It's ok- one day will not kill you.
I have been
told many times before that senior year will have many ups and downs and will
be beyond stressful. Funny thing is, I am taking the easiest and most laziest
classes possible (besides AP English). I also have early out, which means I
have only six classes this year instead of eight.
But this
year has already been beyond crazy and terrifying and stressful and
questioning. And this is my "lazy" year. Literally.
Welcome to
growing up...
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