Out of It
Sunset is one of the best, most inspiring times of day to be out and have a good view of the horizon. Spread out before you is an incredible panorama of beautifal, deep, and endless colors. As you stare, spellbound, into this picture painted in the sky, you can easily wander to reflect on your life, and for once you will see it full of hope and possibility as beautifal, abundant, and vibrant as the colors spread gracefully across the great blue yonder.
Earlier today in geometry I went around with another student helping the other people understand it. When I went to help a particular group, the person there started going on endlessly about how much I was already an adult, and looked the part too. (Probably due to my laziness, hence a considerable growth of chin stubble.) I got a bit flustered at this, and left the group when convienient. I don't want to start acting like an immature little monkey, but it gets so frustrating when everyone around me thinks I'm a full grown, serious-or-nothing full blown adult, and begin speculating on where my life is headed. I think I'll at least lose the facial stuff as soon as possible. Mrs. Harmon, my math teacher, wants me to do some teaching some time in my "career" but I don't think I could stand working around all the annoying degenerates at high schools. Besides, I'd rather apply my knowkedge to a task, figure something out and be on the forefront, or even make, knowledge, rather than simply passing it on to kids who don't care. Sorry to ramble like that.Henry
Earlier today in geometry I went around with another student helping the other people understand it. When I went to help a particular group, the person there started going on endlessly about how much I was already an adult, and looked the part too. (Probably due to my laziness, hence a considerable growth of chin stubble.) I got a bit flustered at this, and left the group when convienient. I don't want to start acting like an immature little monkey, but it gets so frustrating when everyone around me thinks I'm a full grown, serious-or-nothing full blown adult, and begin speculating on where my life is headed. I think I'll at least lose the facial stuff as soon as possible. Mrs. Harmon, my math teacher, wants me to do some teaching some time in my "career" but I don't think I could stand working around all the annoying degenerates at high schools. Besides, I'd rather apply my knowkedge to a task, figure something out and be on the forefront, or even make, knowledge, rather than simply passing it on to kids who don't care. Sorry to ramble like that.Henry