So far, I have spent spring break sleeping, watching reruns, and reviewing for the AP US History exam.
I feel it has been time well spent.
Contrary to anyone's expectations, the rugrats have not driven me crazy. Yet. It's weird to substitute for my parents. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and ran it. I still have to unload it, though. I hate unloading the dishwasher. It's not that I never run it, I just don't usually. One of my parents cooks dinner, and then they run it with the dinner dishes inside. Since they're not here, it's up to me. I also got a phone call from some man. I
think it's the man who's remodeling our kitchen, but I'm not sure. If it's important, he'll leave a message. Voicemail rocks.
My history review is coming along. As predicted, all the stuff from the beginning of the year has started to slip away. Reading and doing practice questions from the Barron's book I borrowed has made me realize that. Tell me, test veterans, did that book actually help any of you? I was trying to decide via Amazon reviews whether or not to invest in another test prep book, and all the ones I read said the Barron's book didn't help at all. That makes me glad I didn't actually buy it. Truth be told, I would have bought it from Jarred, but when I asked, he said he'd loan it. Works for me. I don't understand why he wants it back -- it's not like he can use it again -- but it's his decision.
It's nice to have a break. I can wake up on my own, more or less. (Though I did get up at almost 11am yesterday -- not cool.) I don't have to plan my time around daily homework, long-term work and projects (which reminds me, I have an essay to write for AP Lit, but I don't have my books), my tv shows, Greg, the Internet, and myself. That is why late school sucks. When I have It's Academic, I can be out until 6:30, almost 7pm. I have to get all my work done, eat, and get ready for the next day. When I think about it like that, it's no wonder I rarely hit the sack before there are only three digits on the clock. The constant lack of sleep catches up to me, though. I sleep in most weekends, but it's not enough. All this week, when I woke up, there was something missing: that fierce compulsion to go back to sleep. Sometimes I succumb, which means I have to rush, which puts me in a bad mood right away. It's a wonder I haven't crashed driving to school.
I just wish there wasn't so
much, you know? I'm only seventeen. It's only April. There's so much more. AP exams in a month. Prom. Graduation. I plan to work this summer, though I don't know where. Then college. Surviving that crucial fist year, academically and socially. Adjusting to living on my own (more or less). Creating arguably my longest-lasting friendships.
I don't know if I can handle all that.
I visited
Iris's site today. She's Mykella's second hostee. I don't see Iris much in school. If she hadn't been in my AP Language class last year, I probably wouldn't know her at all, which is a shame. Her writing style is similar to my own. I write what I feel, what I think. That means she does something along those lines.
That means we think alike. I like people who think like me. I find them much more receptive when I'm at my craziest.
Back to studying. And resting. And waiting for my parents (and Greg!) to come home. And some more reruns. I love reruns.
