I wrote a blog today. With my bare hands. And a pencil. I suppose I could have typed it out, but why bother? That five minutes of my life it would have taken to type it could be used on something valuable like playing video games. Or knitting, perhaps.
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Apologies for any hard-to-read areas. I’m not known around my town for my neat penmanship. Actually, no one is known around my town for anything. But if they were.
That’s pretty much how I felt when I woke up at 7:30 this morning. I was fully awake, but I had no idea what to do with myself, so I just went back to my bed and stared at the ceiling for an hour. For the first day in nearly a year, I had nothing that needed to be done. Yeah, I know I said I was “done” after my AP exams. In reality, my workload was just considerably lighter. I still had a few weeks of school left. But now I really, truly have nothing to do. No projects. No essays. No studying. I only have to go in for an hour Tuesday morning, and I’ll be out for the summer.
This feeling will go away in about a week or so. It always does. Then my mind will turn to mashed potatoes and I’ll be gladly spending my days playing Zelda and drawing up various designs for the rest of the summer. But for now, I’m left in that odd transitional stage that never fails to mess up my cycle and bring back the fears that I may, in fact, be the second coming of the Virgin Mary. And in between my paranoid pondering about possible alien probes and Rohypnol in my daily Starbucks, I can finally reflect on my past year because I’m not moving through it at eighty-seven miles an hour anymore.
To put it simply, this year sucked major huevos. Really, it was an absolute nightmare. When I try to think of good things from this year that I’m taking away with me, visions of my head exploding into marvelous chunks of blood and guts from overexertion flash before my eyes. I guess I did enjoy U.S. History in the end, and French was a refreshingly easy and fun class. I did make some incredible new friends, too. As usual, though, the ones I liked best were so far removed from my typical group of friends that I know they’re the ones who will drift away in the least amount of time. It doesn’t help that most of them are graduating or younger than me, either. So essentially, even what I consider the best part of this year is a double-edged sword. Fabulous.
At least this summer is the beginning of the end of high school. In roughly a year, the tiresome tedium of eight-hour school days and Communism-style learning will cease to exist in the life of Gabi Bernard. I’m well aware that college is no walk in the park, so all of you university students can erase the, “You know, college presents just as many challenges as high school, if not more” you just typed into my comment box. I’m ready for new surroundings. I’m ready for new people. I’M READY TO HAVE MY OWN LAPTOP IN CLASS, DAMN IT. And to prove I’m ready, I’m going to kick my senior year’s fat ass.
Bring it on.
