Classes are just dreadful after Gym is over, I swear our chemistry teacher is psychotic, Spanish II is too easy for me to care about, American History is so boring I actually start falling asleep in the class, Algebra II is no big deal, and Home Economics is only good for the food. They drag on so slowly, a snail could travel around the world before my classes finished. So I’d have to say, Gym is the best part of the day; if I could take gym all day every day, I wouldn’t complain.
Thankfully, school will be over in 2 weeks; graduation is shortly before that, so every class is even more boring because of the fact we aren’t doing anything. To think that next year I’ll be a senior, then off to college I go. Eiyahh!!! It’s such a scary thought, college. Leaving everything you feel comfortable with, classes get harder than they already are, and you’re completely surrounded by people you don’t know; never quite sure what’s going to happen.
Feeling somewhat stressed about the thought of college, I run my hands through my hair. I’ve always kept my hair at an even length around my upper or middle back; but for some reason it seems longer then it was a few days ago.
With no homework to worry about, I head to my locker, deposit all of my stuff inside and make my way to the front of the school for the start of a three day weekend.
When Monday comes around, it feels like I’m living the same day over and over. Day after day I go through the same routine; home, school, dreadful food that the cafeteria ladies probably recycled to the point at which no one can even recognize what it is anymore and back to my aunt’s house. Each day, Adam makes various attempts to talk to me and every time I pretend that he doesn’t exist. I figure that if I ignore him enough, maybe he’ll get the idea and leave me alone. I can’t think straight around him, and lately I’ve been so confused with everything that’s happened. I don’t know how to handle everything and it’s so overwhelming that I feel like I might go crazy or something; that is if I haven’t already.
I don’t know why Adam is so intent on being my friend anyway, he doesn’t even know me. And for some reason I just don’t feel comfortable around him. I don’t know if I’m scared, nervous, or if I just don’t like him, whatever it is, being around him just plain out confuses me; and I don’t know if I can handle that at the moment. Not many people go out of their way for me and I don’t know what to do about it when someone does.
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The last week of school passes by quickly, we get our class rings, the seniors graduate and with the final few days of school, we become the new “head honchos.” Some people show off their new sashes that the previous seniors gave them, while others admire their class rings every second they have.
Everyone’s really anxious to get out and start off the summer, although I don’t blame them. Finally getting the chance to have free time, no homework, and do whatever you want to until school starts again in September.
My favorite part is going out into the woods, hiking, swimming in the lakes and rivers, and camping out underneath the stars. I’ve been doing it for years, to the point where it has become tradition for me. I like exploring all the different areas of the mountains surrounding my little city. Sometimes I leave for a few hours and other times for a few days, it fully depends on how long I feel like staying away from my aunt.
I have a map in my room that is an outlay of the mountains; it consists of all the basic terrains of the area. As I visit new places, I mark where they are and how long it takes to get there. As a reward for moving on to another year, I reward myself by taking a weeklong trip into the woods. I start preparing the last day of school and leave the next day. It is usually during this time that I find many new places to mark on my map.
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