I can’t wait for summer. Less work and more time to relax with friends but the most important thing of all is that I can work out more. I feel like a fatass during the school year because I have absolutely no time for anything. This past week our Author Project was due. I was glad I turned it in and the English department gave no homework so that we relax. The other teachers didn’t acknowledge that we are exhausted from this eight month long project. That means I have three tests and a project due tomorrow. Aren’t my teachers lovely? A lot of the times I wish I went to a public school because it seems as if they get less work than us. Or they may just have block scheduling. My school doesn’t have block scheduling which means that we get homework from every subject everyday. No wonder why I am stressed and have no time to do anything. I am so thankful that next year we are changing schedules to a block schedule because I will not have every homework every day and I will not have a stupid religion class everyday. But I hate the fact that our school couldn’t figure out a way to make our release time earlier. They made it later because we are having an X period. Relating back to the title, Spring stay cold and Summer come soon.
So my good friend Krystal, who is an art goddess in my eyes, decides that she and I should have an art trade. I don’t like the looks of this because in my eyes, my art is like 5 and hers is about a 2,382,594,293. Well I will practice charcoal with her portrait of John Lennon and Paul McCartney and hopefully she will draw all the members of Nirvana for me. This will be fun haha.
This is going to be a fun art trade haha.
How can a be a project last so bloody long? Eight months is too much. To me it’s both good and bad news that it is due in two weeks. Bad because anxiety is gradually building up but good because in two weeks I will have a life again. Writing this post actually is an author project break. I thought if I chose an druggie of an author (Ken Kesey), my life would be easier because he has an interesting biography. BUT KID ME NOT! His writing is such a pain to read. It is either not amusing at all or confusing. If anybody would like to read One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest, I suggest you watch the movie. Don’t even bother reading Sometimes a Great Notion, unless you like reading about farmers. I am confident that for my creative piece, I will draw Ken Kesey. Well, now time to continue revising that pesky analytical essay.
My mind is one of an Asian’s parent; a B+ is equivalent to an F. So if I had an Asian parent, she/he would see 5 F’s and an A. /Head-desk.
It’s kind of hard to let go and throw it all away even though shit is hitting the fan.
It’s a matter of embracing the good times and learning to go through the hard times.