Is this legit what they said was so much fun? Happy go lucky?
Yeah. Whatever.
Welcome to Generation Try To Keep Your Head Above Water, Because If You Don't Someone Else Will, And They Will Rock Your Shit.
We're planning on making T shirts.
Seriously? Do you want to know my class schedule right now?
- Psychology
- Online college Abnormal Psychology
- Advanced Mathematical Concepts (a.k.a. trigonometry and pre-calculus)
- Anatomy and Physiology
- Animal Science Two
- Band/Spanish TA
- English 3
- United States History
Delicious, is it not? And BONUS! Next year is going to be just as bad, if not worse! YIPPEEEEEE.
Calculus. Physics. Chemistry. Government. Economy. College classes up the hizzy.
And I can hardly handle this.
There's only three letters that can describe what I'm feeling right now:
FML.
And it's not just school that's counting on me to succeed.
There's the play that I'm all caught up in now. Officer elections for my beloved FFA are RIGHT around the corner. I'm the freaking Art Club PRESIDENT for crying out loud, and we haven't even had a meeting since God knows when. SAME story with JEL! 4H is pretty easy. They don't make me do as much for them. :) Student council? Yeah, I don't remember our last meeting. Band contest is coming up. Same day as my ACT. NEITHER of which I am prepared for.
Oh, and did I mention the one thing I'm involved in that I truly hate?
Violin.
Seriously, mom? When I was five, you couldn't have signed me up for Tee Ball or Gymnastics or anything. You picked violin. Sweeeeeet. And now I can't quit, and you CONSTANTLY want me to practice. You know, I wouldn't mind it so much if you didn't like it. But the fact that it's so damn important to you just makes me hate doing it only for your benefit.
I know, wonderful daughter. But really. I told her it's not my groove. It's not my jive, my scene, my thing. Does she care? NOPE. Instead she buys me this $4,000 freakin violin with a $300 bow. The bow DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY NOISE. It's literally $300 for a piece of polished wood with some horse hairs stretched over it. That cost more than my iPod. In. Sane.
More than once, I have threatened to sell the whole lot of what I have for my college fund. I could buy a truck, AND all of my books for that. Trust me, I've checked.
Bah humbug. Oh, and not to mention normal high school drama-rama.
Gotta looooooooooooooooooove that!
Not.
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