Simone

Things That Happened During my First Week of Junior Year:

1. I jam packed my schedule, ridding myself of lunch period, and thus, the opportunity to buy lunch off campus. My wallet, and that of my father, rejoiced. I’ve discovered the magic of smashed up, room temperature peanut butter and jelly sandwiches eaten during gym class.

2. I survived the first week with my mom as my English teacher. In class it was not that bad; she laughed at all my jokes and didn’t make me feel like an idiot.

2a. At home, it was horrible. Twice in one week she preemptively grounded me until I finished all the “work she knew I had.”

2ai. As a result, in addition to the guilt I feel in cancelling babysitting jobs, I missed the first “lituation” of the school year. I felt very “salty,” because my night, which lasted until 4:32 AM, and consisted only of homework and crying babies, was “buns.”

3. A boy told me I was glo’ing up. I cherished the moment. I will forever.

4. I ruined a great platonic relationship with a boy by doing the single most awkward thing you can do in a great platonic relationship with a boy, and worse yet, the day before school started.

4a. We have exchanged an estimated five words since.

4b. I hope we were not acting upon actual feelings because emotional attachment is a distraction from my study and sleep schedule.

5. My stomach has entered a perpetual state of what I can only describe as “butterflies,” as I nervously flit from class to class, thinking of all the work I have, people I must impress, and whether I am contracting tetanus from re-exposure to my school building. It lingers as I return home and procrastinate until the late hours of the night, forgetting to eat and drink water and calm down as I dwell in my stress. I go to sleep, wake up, and repeat the same routine on yet another day.

6. I cried a lot, almost every night. Pressure, and people, and petty high school bullshit are so annoying. I miss summer.

6a. For any of you who need the recommendation, I’ve found “When You’re Gone” by the Cranberries is a very good song to cry to. ♦