My Life Story since High School...
( 9th Grade )( My Mom )10th grade was just...Ick. I acted like a 3 year old, refusing to do anything, and it's a miracle my dad didn't try to drown or smother me. And honestly? If he had, I don't think anyone would've blamed him. I got transferred to BOCES, which wasn't what I really needed at that time. If anything, I needed Hope Hall again, to teach me to suck up my childishness, be more responsible and drive on.
11th grade, I was better. By then, I realized that all that hard work Hope Hall taught me to do? Eh, none of it mattered. I began to realize: I didn't need an A+ in gym! I was really sad when I realized that I had wasted 10-15 minutes of my life hanging on the bars, doing the stupid presidential physical challenge, despite knowing that I wouldn't even make the lowest percentile! Instead of going to gym each class, I only went enough to get a C or a D (and yet I think they gave me like an 80% or a 90%. Lyke
?!). Instead of going to class everyday, I started spending my spare time doing stuff that would
matter in the real world. Like, writing in my diary how everyone else sucked and I was the only awesome being on the planet (aside from my A++ internet friends). And like, playing reverse solitaire by putting the Kings in the spot where the Aces go and building down instead of up. I also read important literature, like
The Straight Girl's Guide to Sleeping with Chicks by Jen Sincero,
My Dog Skip by Willie Morris,
My Sweet Audrina and
Flowers In the Attic by V.C. Andrews. Another way I spent my spare time during the period I was supposed to have gym class was writing out lists as to what I wanted to do when I got home. But mostly; I wrote about how everyone around me was stuck on stupid.
Anyways, now I have to put on some clothes and give my dad a hug and thank him for putting up with my teenaged self. I'll continue on with both 12th grades later ;)
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