Fatma

I’m trying to keep thinking of things that make me happy, in order to not miss days off from school (these happy thoughts include Adrian Grenier, waffles, and Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure).

Motivation is always harder to maintain during the winter. The darker and colder the weather gets, the sadder I become. Cold weather makes me want to curl up in a ball and watch Daria, whilst eating M&M’S, not solving algebra equations in my math class. ( I don’t understand anything, but I don’t tell my teacher this because I’m too shy to say anything. When my Mum told my teacher this at a parents evening, my maths teacher implied that my reason was a ridiculous excuse and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about getting answers wrong. I guess he’s oblivious to the fact that some students may have social anxiety.) I feel like Daria understands how I feel. We have very similar personalities: We think a lot, we try hard in school but understand the defects of the school system, we are never quite as happy as our families are.

It’s cool to have characters from movies and TV shows whom I relate to, even though I don’t always look like them. At least I have characters as friends to hang out with for 20 minutes. One episode of Daria feels like hanging out with a pal, plus I don’t have to talk, which is even better. ♦