The past week has been very busy; I've had much to get done, and feel that I haven't accomplished much, no matter the extent of my hard work. One thing that I have accomplished, is another trophy waiting patiently in the case to be given to me when I graduate. I was awarded with second place for prose interpretation at the Speech and Academic meet on Saturday.
Okay...So I procrastinate. It's obvious and it's a problem. The problem is blown out of the water by the fact that I am an AP (Honors) student and have much to do. Right now, I have half finished Spanish makeup work, a chapter of history to read and write a paper over, math homework that has to be at least four days late, and I'm scores of cell animation blocks to draw-by Friday.
I am sitting in ninth period digital graphics(if you haven't already figured out that I am indeed a highs chool student, and hell bent on becoming a bit more honest) and taking part in thirty second video clips being played on the computer next to me. They are brainless pieces of humor, visions of nonsense that make you question exactly why you're laughing...If you laugh at all.
Pressure Perfect
By A Young Woman Named Natalie
Don’t get shafted,
Look your best,
Do well on your every test.
Must get laid,
Choose abstinence,
Don't forget your common sense.
Go get married,
Don’t divorce,
Even under your spouse's force.
Be very happy,
Have a child,
Don't live life carefree and wild.
Go to church,
Go to school,
Follow every social rule.
Living life as a teen, things are full of angst, over blown, out of proportion; everything holds drama and every day is the worst day of your life. Tests and catty differences loom around every corner and everything is an obstacle....
Or is it?
