bad days

The SECOND day of school…

I started off the day with 3 and a half hours of sleep, not a good thing considering my dependency on at least 8 full hours a night. I went to bed at 1 am because I had unfinished papers due the next day and got up at 4:30am to finish them. These papers were terrible. They had to fit a certain criteria and were nothing but a bunch of busy work for summer vacation. Then I was rushed all morning, because these horrendous papers would not print. They were worth 400 points in my English III accelerated class!

I had ten minutes left. While my mom is trying to print out all three stories, all 28 pages, I am stuffing food in my mouth, literally. I was hungry too early the first day so I was stuffing myself in the 5 minutes I had left (I was not going to listen to my stomach in second block again!). If I had been entered in a food eating contest for 5 minutes I would have been victorious. My mom finally gets something to print. It just happens to be three stories! But it was three of the same story I left the house in a hurry, and with out all of my work.

The day before I had painted one hand with finger nail polish, and forgot about the other. On the way to school I paint my other hand, which made my brother angry, which in turn made me irritated. It didn’t look good at all, so I became a little upset over that.

I get to school and I cannot find my water. I run Cross Country and this was our first after school practice. The forecast for that day was HOT and we did mile repeats, so water is a must have! For those of you who do not understand mile repeats or cross country I will summarize it now. It is nonstop running for a long time. Mile repeats are fast running for a mile, and not just one, three. Plus you have to warm up for a mile, and why not throw in a cool down run too? It is hot, miserable, and I don’t like it, but that is really a story for anther time. I left my water somewhere between school and home, so no water for me, but that’s ok, I deal with it.

I go to my locker and I rush to my shuttle bus to head over to JCTC (a place the school transports AP biology students). Everything is going well, except the fact I cannot keep my mind on anything the teacher is saying. When I get back to school I have 7 minutes to upload my papers and print them off in the library, plus go the bathroom and locker. Let’s just say it is a good think I am a runner. The papers, at long last, are turned in so now it is time for lunch.

I was really looking forward to lunch because I needed food for some energy (remember that no sleep thing?). Plus, I had to eat well for cross country, or else I could easily pass out at practice from no sleep or water. I had it packed in a brown paper bag. I sat down at my table, but then I remember I needed to get my parking pass. I sat my stuff down by at friend and he watched it for me while I waited in line.

I stood in line 25 minutes the guy giving out passes had a mind the size of a peanut and makes the saying “slow and steady” sound fast. I waited there the whole lunch and right when there was just one person in front of me my friend comes over and gives me my stuff, because he has to go to class, lunch is over. He didn’t know that the brown paper bag was my lunch, which I decided I would eat in art class. It is still sitting on the table and right when I look over to see if it was still there the janitor picks it up and throws it away, thinking it was trash. I looked at him for a moment and I blamed him for all the misfortune in my life at that time. But then the anger drained out of my being and I was left will nothing but hunger, fatigue, and misery. I just wanted to sit down and cry until I fell asleep.

The rest of the day was like a dream, as if I could see what was happening, but didn’t know what was going on. Mile repeats pretty much felt like death itself was knocking on my door. It was the worst day of the school year, and it was only the second day. I could only imagine what the rest of it would be like.
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About a week later I was thinking about this day and I wondered how I could have survived and I realized the whole day I had prayed. I prayed for patience, strength, and faith. It is interesting how people ask for all this help from God, and then forget to thank him later. I didn’t need food or sleep because I had him beside me the whole time.

My First Blog

I have never considered posting my own thoughts on a page that can be accessed by anyone. There are, of course, the Myspace and Facebook, but I never became interested in those as my friends have. However, I have an Uncle who has encouraged me to write my thoughts and experiences. I am not sure how this will change or help anyone, but it just might help me.

I have tried to keep journals throughout my life, but I only write in them for a few weeks before I completely forget about it. Hopefully, with a blog writing will not seem to be such a chore. This could be because I have grown up in a society focused on computers. I can type faster and more fluently than I could ever dream of doing with a pen.

School does not help with this dependency on computers due to the fact that none of our papers can be hand written. There are certain criteria’s that must be met from font to headings to numbering. It is all rather annoying, why can’t anything be hand written anymore?

This question is answered simply; the teachers can no longer read their students handwriting. I remember my great-grandmothers handwriting. It was lovely, better than any printer. She had classes distinctly for handwriting. They received grades for it! Image how many people would fail this calss in high school if this became a standard. Why isn't handwriting taught well at younger ages, instead of saying “good enough” just so little Billy’s feelings do not get hurt.

Now that I have gotten completely off topic, allow me to go back to my point. This blog will help me remember my ideas and dreams these last two years of my high school career. I want to preserve them so I do not forget them when I am caught in the whirlwind called college. I want to go back and see my changes and see if any of my old dreams have come true.