Keianna

I’m leaving little pieces of my teen years at my high school. They’re falling to the ground as I drag my feet from class to class. They’re flowing from my pen as I smudge the ink on my notes.

“Are you even paying attention?”

Of course I am. How can I not? Not paying attention to this lecture would mean not knowing what to do on the test and we all know you can’t afford to fail any test your junior year.

With that said, there’s still that lingering feeling of wanting to be doing something worthwhile instead of sitting in a classroom for six hours a day. I’m sure some of my peers have this feeling flowing through their veins. The ones who say they’re going far far away after all this are usually the most fun to hang out with. That’s probably because people who have everything in order stress me out. When I talk to them Iā€™m making a to-do list in my head of everything I need to do to catch up, which usually boils down to, “I’ll have it all done by my birthday.” Two months is plenty of time, right? ♦