my arms are so intricately detailed
And of course, I am doing this when I should be doing homework.
It seems as though it is impossible to have a private conversation in our school anymore. Or even semi-private. Also, apparently it is a cause for great discussion when one sits at a lunch table different from the one they usually sit at.
I'm afraid that my education is going to take a fatal blow because I'm primarily choosing my high school based on social reasons. I don't like the idea of going to a completely new school where I don't know anyone, even if it would provide me with better schooling. I seriously want to become a writer of some sort, but I don't want to go to a school with a good writing program.
I think I am the kind of person that will end up causing their own death.
I hate my habit of romanticizing things of the past, even though I know that when they were happening, I hated them, and couldn't wait to get away. I have a selective memory, only remembering the highlights of otherwise hellish existences.
Or will I get through life dishonestly? I can't even remember the last time I did my own work in French class, or completed an assignment of my own accord in Math. I know I can do it, I just don't try.
My problem is that I have exactly zero patience for things that are not presented to me in an interesting way. I would like the focus of my life to be in writing and in history, but those classes in school are not my favorites. The sad thing is, my favorite part of the day is my T.A. (basically equaling free) period.
I'm a person who does a lot of stuff, but only excels in some of it; and I wish it could be the other way around. Mediocrity is my excellence, simply because I do not have time for real effort.
For one day, just one day; I'd like to be able to choose who I talk to, and what I learn. I want to just talk to people who I want to, not others clinging on. I'd like to just do away with math class, and actually learn something in L.A.
In no way is that actually going to happen.
It seems as though it is impossible to have a private conversation in our school anymore. Or even semi-private. Also, apparently it is a cause for great discussion when one sits at a lunch table different from the one they usually sit at.
I'm afraid that my education is going to take a fatal blow because I'm primarily choosing my high school based on social reasons. I don't like the idea of going to a completely new school where I don't know anyone, even if it would provide me with better schooling. I seriously want to become a writer of some sort, but I don't want to go to a school with a good writing program.
I think I am the kind of person that will end up causing their own death.
I hate my habit of romanticizing things of the past, even though I know that when they were happening, I hated them, and couldn't wait to get away. I have a selective memory, only remembering the highlights of otherwise hellish existences.
Or will I get through life dishonestly? I can't even remember the last time I did my own work in French class, or completed an assignment of my own accord in Math. I know I can do it, I just don't try.
My problem is that I have exactly zero patience for things that are not presented to me in an interesting way. I would like the focus of my life to be in writing and in history, but those classes in school are not my favorites. The sad thing is, my favorite part of the day is my T.A. (basically equaling free) period.
I'm a person who does a lot of stuff, but only excels in some of it; and I wish it could be the other way around. Mediocrity is my excellence, simply because I do not have time for real effort.
For one day, just one day; I'd like to be able to choose who I talk to, and what I learn. I want to just talk to people who I want to, not others clinging on. I'd like to just do away with math class, and actually learn something in L.A.
In no way is that actually going to happen.