As many of you know, I'm a high schooler now! WOW! Life is SO EXCITING! Except it's literally not. High school is terrible. My first period is Honors Biology, and it's 8 in the morning. I'm tired. Everyone's tired. But there is ZERO TIME TO BE TIRED. BAM! NOTES. First thing. Now I'm expected to explain meiosis, mitosis, cell replication (eukaryotic and prokaryotic), chromosomal dominance, heredity, and DNA synthesis. And surprise! There's a test. TOMORROW. ON ALL OF IT. And the boys in the corner will NOT BE QUIET. Like seriously, there cannot be that much to talk about before the sun has even risen and before the roosters have crowed. 

 After that, my holy grail. ART. Taught by the GOAT OF ALL TEACHERS. Art has THE BEST TEACHER. And all my friends are there! It's like a bright light in a cloudy and stormy day. A ray of sunshine, super shiny, lighting my way.

However, we go from the silver lining to a dark stormy cloud, to Beelzebub's subject itself. Math. Specifically, Honors Algebra and Geometry. Nothing makes sense, the teacher is apparently trying to race the speed of light with how fast he's going, and somehow everyone else gets it. I swear, everyone in my math class was born with calculators shoved up their butts. Proofs? Don't make any sense. And OH! LOOK AT THAT! Two hundred and ninetythree different theorems and postulates to memorize! WONDERFUL! THE CHERRY ON TOP! Eventually, I just give up and watch my GPA slowly fly away. 

Then, there's Health. Nothing good or bad about health, it's just..health. I prefer dress out days (days in weight room or gym), because I just yap to my friends the whole time. It's great.

Then, lastly, Spanish. Spanish is once again, a meh class. Sometimes it's horrible, sometimes it's great. I can't read any of my notes, they're all in spanish. I lost my paper. My notebook has no binding, no cover, and no front. It's just paper. Everything is gone. I can't remember how to say to, and everything has a gender. The table? Oohhh...probably a girl. BUT YOU NEVER KNOW! No tengo idea de lo que estoy diciendo. Tenses? Forget it. Might as well just go to sleep, my grade'll stay the same either way.

High school is some kind of prison. It's horrible. It's a cage of hormones and hopelessness. Please free me.