snippet from My Last Year
My Last Year
So, yeah. There it was. I was supposed to write a paper that described me while not making it boring, so I included a few real moments that happened in my life.
Today's been good. I woke up and I took my usual shower, but something was different. I felt different. Maybe this is a sign that I'm getting over the empty feeling in my house. I do miss my brother a lot but I just can't help but think about him occasionally. I really wanted to cry the other day when he told my parents that he couldn't go to the Rush concert that we had planned on going to on Saturday. So, now I'm going to either see if I can bring a friend who can tag along for free, or I just can't go. I'll be sitting on the lawn away from my parents, and away from the real action of the concert but, it's not going to be as fun if he's not there to enjoy it with me. I really thought that I was going to get a chance to see my brother before the heavy school work set in.
I just realized how messed up my school is. I'm sitting here in Programming class and I'm typing up random stuff for my readers. I'm actually quite surprised that this website is allowed on our school computers. It's really surprising. I'm surprised.
I spent the first part of my day so far sitting in my chair being hyper, but in programming there's really nothing for me to do here today. We had a Senior assembly thing talking about the rest of the year. I didn't realize how short school really is. We have 174 days until we graduate. and everyone's going to be a part of the process. This may be a little on the boring side but it's easy to document my last year of freedom this way rather than writing it down on a piece of paper. That takes too much effort and I couldn't write as much. See, on a computer, it's quite faster and I have a whole lot more pages typed that I could have ever written by hand. Twelve pages already and I feel like I'm cheating.
This year is going to be good. I can feel it. I'm walking down the halls and I'm waving to almost everyone who passes me by. I feel like I've lived here all my life since I can wave to most of these kids I haven't really had much time to meet. I feel like I have a real home here, but I still miss my home in Germany. It was much more beautiful than this and the people weren't as ignorant. I knew a lot of good people at my school in Germany. We all were in the same boat so no one had a life worse than anyone else. Everyone was equal in a sense. Here there are some kids who are more privelaged than others and it just makes them seem like snobs. Sometimes I really can't stand it here. It's the best friends I've made that makes me want to stay. Anyway, I have some work I need to do for another class because it's due the next day. I've got some stuff to draw out for AP Art and I want to make sure they're finished by the time I start class tomorrow at around 9:30. So, I'll bid you all adieu.

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