I got written up at work essentially for briefly being an asshole to one of the supervisors. Despite the fact that the report was vastly exaggerated to the events that actually happened, it caught me at a time when I was so stressed that it just slid right off me, humoring me more than anything. I did send the few texts to my friends to inform them that I'd been written up for being an asshole. I have a legal document saying that I'm an asshole. I think I need to reevaluate my life.
The strange thing, after she wrote me up, I've genuinely gotten along with her better. How does that work?
There are three nights, a paper, a presentation and a novel between me and Halifax. I need to stop replacing sleep with coffee, that is a very bad habit, and my mind is ceasing to produce coherent thoughts.
I think something snapped inside of me, not yet senioritis (when 12th graders give up because of the sudden realization that high school ends soon) but something preceding that. A stage in my senior year where I stress out, get lots of things done, and hate 90% of everything I do for a few weeks.
All I want right now is a good night's sleep,
When people talk about "the real world," I think that they forget that many high school students are in fact not twiddling their thumbs, but go to school for six hours a day, got to work for another five, then go home to homework, with the occasional extracurricular activity thrown in. We seem to get a strangely small amount of recognition for what we put up with.
Hearts,
-J-
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