Secret Life of a Teenager Who is Not on a TV Show

The fact is I usually enjoy school. Or well I am able to get through school without having a scrutinizing thought pass through my mind, but lately school has been a trek.

The end is so near that I just want to runaway for thirteen days, and come back and school could be over with.

I could see it now going to a far away place (like in Shrek) and staying there and having amazing adventures. I would bring someone along. Possibly several. We could go wrestle alligators, save princesses from evil dragons, fight off evil, save man kind from some kind of disaster, or possibly invent a new word. Either way we would not need to try and hustle to get our grades up, lose sleep and mess up your normal sleeping pattern ( instead of sleeping at night, you sleep in each one of your classes), study and memorize a million and one things for finals, and overwork your mind until it is a pile of mush just sloshing around up there.

We could save humanity, because the sloshing around brains never fully recover and year after year we send young adults into the world with oatmeal looking brains to go out and fend for themselves. These people then birth another generation which starts the cycle all over again.

So I think for the sake of humanity the last 13 days of school be cut out and all the kids go to a far far away place and do crazy adventures.

-And on most nights I do not even get to go to bed until one o'clock in the morning. I am constantly studying for tests, doing infinite amounts of worksheets, and lengthy papers. There is never a rest until we get a break at Christmas, in April, and for the summer. Yet, even then we are usually assigned big projects to keep us occupied. ( Like we don't already have enough to do)

One of my teachers says that her students are only suppose to spend thirty minutes a night for her class. Yet, she assigns a homework packet that you have two weeks to complete, notes that are due weekly, worksheets that you get daily, and you have at least one research paper per quarter. With all of this combined I do not think her mathematics skills are up to par. Thirty minutes to complete these things is unrealistic. This is only one of my classes, I have seven more.

I am not complaining I just believe that the work that is put on students is incredibly difficult, and sleep is usually lost on a daily basis.

The stress of school has made me lose my mind. I decided to take a nap today for about thirtyish minutes. I did not actually believe it would be thirty minutes or so, but I did not care enough to get up and set an alarm, so I closed my eyes. When I woke up it was abrupt. I got up so confused and flustered--the clock had said it was six. I thought I had slept until the morning. I got up so mad at myself for sleeping and not getting any of my homework done. But, the weird part was that it was really bright outside. I decided to sprint down the stairs and look at the clocks down there, because I did not believe any of the clocks in my room were telling me the truth.-- it was just too bright outside, it felt like it was noon. I asked my mom what time it was and she looked like I was crazy, because I was all frantic. I realized that it was not 6:00 a.m. but actually 6:00 p.m, and then I proceeded to go upstairs and start on my homework.

This is what has happened, because the result of the lack of sleep. I blame my teachers and the amount of homework I get bombarded with.

They pick the girl, because she catches the eyes of the girls and the guys. The guys see this beautiful woman who is nearly undressed in front of their very own eyes, and the girls see an image that they think is beautiful and compare to their own image. The girls see this image as what everyone should look like or want to. The media does not even portray the woman's real image. They alter it to make look as perfect as it can be.

^We're super excited for no drama.

I've changed as a person so many times in my life that I can not even recall most of the times. I like to compare it to Clark Kent/Superman. Most people would say these are the two same people. Yes in the bodily way--correct, but think--isn't Clark different when he is superman. Superman is so much more of a brave, outgoing, and strong(physically & mentally. Ha!) type of person compared to Clark. Who in reality is just a shy and overlooked type of man. When someone asks you who you want to be, you do not say, "Oh yeah I want to be that Clark Kent guy." You go for the more liked, more attractive, more well known guy. You pick superman.

So when we as humans are developing and growing as people in who we are, we have to think. Who do we want to become? And also how are you going to become that person you want to be?

The people you surround yourself with influence you more than you realize. Yes, your parents are right. No matter how much you want to disagree with them. I know I was in the same boat. I had a friend who for about 6 months of my life was taking me down the wrong path. My mom kept telling me not to hang out with the girl. That she was bad news. I eventually realized who I was becoming, and it was not superman. It was more of the scary looking penquin guy. I now surround myself with friends who I can count on, and challenge me to make the right decisions in life. You can not go through life all by yourself. We as humans desire the need for relationships, and why settle for a relationship that is going to make you seem like the villian, in all those DC comics. Your friends are the one's who you see everyday. They're the ones that help or hinder you. They are the ones you see, and model yourself after without even realizing it. Your best friend, your boyfriend/girlfriend, the group of friends you choose to hangout with on the weekends. They are the ones you try to impress. We all do it. We all go out on a limb and want our friends to like us for who we are. We all want to be liked. Not saying that we will change who we are, just so our friends like us. But the opinion of your friends matter. So ask yourself this question.

You know those things that happen in your life, that can just make your day suck. Well i'm experiencing one of those lovely moment right now. These incidents can help you learn about yourself for other people--But yet leave you feeling like you want to punch a large, gigantic hole in the wall.

Usually these incidents happen when you least expect it. For example, you were talking to a friend in math class, and she reminds you how horrible you did on that last test. Well that probably did not make you feel to good, and it leaves you with a feeling of pure anger and questions. Why would she make feel bad? Why would she bring that up to me when she know I already feel like crap about the situation? If she is my friend, she would not say this. Or here is another example. Your mad about how someone is treating you, and they will not listen to what you have to say. You feel so upset and unheard that you can not help but to have it affect you the rest of the day.

This is where my story comes in. I went to go say hello to a friend of mine at church. Not something that is too out of the ordinary, because I love conversing with my friends. That one certain question came, that we all dread when were not in a good mood. It's the question that to a perfectly good stranger you can pull of a "I'm doing good" and they will not think two seconds about it. Yet, it's the question, that too a true friend--they can tell you're lying straight through your teeth.

My friend asks me the question, and I debated whether or not I should try and pull off the "I'm good" and sulk in my frustration or actually be straight up with her.

So I decided to tell her the truth. That I was pissed.

She asked me how frustrated I really was. I thought this through and said that I was probablly only half frustrated. She then continued by asking how much is half? We came up with this "6 inches" thing. That fully frustrated is one foot, and since I was only half frustrated then I must only have 6 inches of frustration.

I also discussed the fact that there was possibly something that I was waiting on that could effect me and this one foot theory. This possible situation, that I knew might occur was worth 6 inches of frustration to me. For all you people who were the person in the first example above, that would put me at a full foot.

We debated that once at a full one foot, nothing else could frustrate me, else my frustration would be put over the top. So my friend suggested that I only make it 5 inches so there was room for more frustration. But my response made me wonder. I told her that I had already made agustments. That I had already downgraded the inches. That there was no more room for change in a lower amount. That this thing that had made my day to good to horrible was already affecting me and my emotions. I could not just become less frustrated, because I wanted too make room for other things that could go wrong today. But couldn't I? Am I capable of not thinking about what is making me so frustrated, so it does not ruin my day. That instead of 6 inches I make it worth about 2 inches or better yet 1 or 0 inches. That I forget about it completely until I need to deal with it later with that person. Why should I make it ruin my day? Why can't I let go of the drama for 6 or so hours and enjoy the day instead of harping on what has happened.

Letting it go I think is better than making the rest of your day suck. Yet, not dealing with it all is even worse.

So you decide. Are you going to let your frustration control you? Or are you willing to control it?

^my shoes I wore bowling yesterday : )