Wow. hello. haven't been here in a while. My life has been a depressing story of woes filled with surprise geology tests, touring town singing and dancing with the choir, eating massive amounts of food and chocolate, and lots and lots and waaaay too much bonding time with the swim team. actually, that is false. there can be no limit to bonding time with the swim team. but talking about playing the card game with the swim team on a bus for four hours is not what I am here to talk about. I am here to talk about Christmas.
So Christmas is the time of joy and happiness? the time of wonder and merriment? Guess what? Nope. In the magical land of High School, Christmas is a time for stress. A time for deep deep dark depression and lots and lots of poop. not the brown poop. that's just disgusting. No I'm talking about that white poop that teachers throw on your desk and expect something substantial to come out of it. assignments. papers. projects. This particular Christmas I was given a lovely present from my English teacher (whom I love dearly... ish) a thirty page assignment. half was poems, half was art work. this is unreasonable and I will tell you why. First, you expect a teenager who cant be bothered to shower to suddenly care about poetry, and pick fifteen of their favorite poems from a text book. Then you expect them to illustrate each poem with a quality art piece that has to relate to the poem you already don't care about. and as the finishing sprinkle, they make it due right before Christmas break. What teenager cares about poetry and artwork the day before Christmas? What teenager cares about poetry? its sad but true. We teenagers of the world are an unreasonable bunch of dirty, uncultured, angry, out of control, oblivious, deadly sort of people who absolutely don't care about poetry. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sit in a corner while I eat massive amounts of chocolate, glare at people, and be perpetually upset at life, because that's what teenagers do!!
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