A Very Personal Entry From My Diary.

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

6:52 pm

Dear Diary,

I feel awful. I still have that giant pimpul on my face, and it sore from me picking at it all day at school. (Grr … I hate Drew. He keeps mentioning it to freak me out.) My back hurts because my self-esteem is so low that my posture is slacking, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna end up with a hunched-back by the time I’m thirty. (Is that possibly?)

Sorry … I took a couple hours’ break to complain about my problems to mom. Where was I? Ah, yes.

My nose is stuffy and runny from allergies. My throat is dry, itchy, and painful. (I don’t know if that’s because I went up on my ADHD pill, or allergies.) My head is pounding. (I took some ibrophen to help with that.) My stomach is cramping. My period is, like, a week away. (Did I ever get around to telling you that my mom got me on the pill to help with my periods? The doctor calls it “period control”. That’s better than when my mom just blurted out “birth control”.)

Did I mention that I hate Drew? Well, I do. I just wanna sock ’im in the face. Jerk.

I’m also not happy with Mr. Jack. He keeps giving us homework. He gives me more words then the rest of them. (They have eight, and I have ten.) He also gives me such easy words! Like this week, my words are: indicate, enclose, support, mistake, elegant, extreme, rustic, property, wisdom, and ambition. Does he think I’m stupid or something?

Don’t even get me started on the math! It’s equations. Uh, can someone say third grade. Gah, I like them and everything, but they’re just so easy.

I don’t mind the reading. Though at some times it feels below my level, I see why he chose it for me. It’s Animal Farm by George Orwell. (No, it’s not a baby book. I thought so when I heard the title, too.)

I feel like Mr. Jack is holding me back this year. Everything feels too easy or too babyish. I get that it’s a bigger class this year than it was last year, and that I’m already at a higher level than everyone else already, but I really want some hard stuff. Especially with Math, one of my favorite subjects. I always finish with at least ten minutes before I have to go to Mr. M’s (a high school teacher) History class. Gah! If that isn’t clue enough that the stuff’s too easy, then what is?

I don’t know, though.

Maybe Mr. Jack can’t get a hold on my-level stuff because he’s a middle school teacher.

Not like it held him back before when I was doing high-school-level math.

Grr …

I’m really considering going in high school. Maybe then I’d get some challenging math work.

Is it really bad to want some real math? Math has always been my strong subject, and it always will be. It’s practically in my genes, from what my Grandma told me about my dad. Not to mention Nana’s really good at math — though she has the same problem I do with words.

I think this entry is filled with enough griping. It’s bedtime for me, and I’m ready to get in my monkey pajamas!

Love,

Alison

8:58 pm