All My Firsts In One Week?

El veinte de agosto ~ The Twentieth of August1

My life, a bummer. 2

I started school Monday, and here I am stressed about my freaking life and homework. Why is it my science teacher insisted on me being in Biology? I'm really not that capable! 3

My English teacher insists we write constantly, since the O.G.T is coming in March...super. Another stress factor. How is it I can remember everything in these classes, and never the really, really important ones. 4

Maybe it's because I am so worried about my music career and grades in my best classes. I swear, being a sophomore didn't sound complicated until I actually became one. They told me it would get easier. Hah, not really. 5

Then I missed the bus a few days later, having to go to my boyfriend's house. My grandmother must think I was doing something, because she keeps trying to keep me away from him. I'm not that stupid, right?6

So now, I'm writing this, trying to avoid all the homework crammed in my backpack. More stress. And the story sitting in my sweet little task bar at the bottom of the computer screen. Another English project I am striving to perfect. But alas, I can never do. Oh great, my 9th grade math teacher's stupid lecture about English and Math came into my head. He said, "With math, you can solve the answer, and usually only get one solid answer. With English, you can sit there, and no matter what, you'll probably never get it as perfect as you want or need it." I hated that, because I was more of a writer, never a mathematician.7

The worst part was, my math teacher was also the assistant band director, so that made it more stressful on me last year. He'd crack jokes on me in class constantly. My brother and I both. 8

Well day one is okay. My friends decided to ask if I was okay though, since I seem to act and look depressing. I lied of course, like any other day, telling them I hadn't slept. But it was partially true, because I hadn't really gotten a good rest in days. Tahree, my best guy friend next to my boyfriend and ex, was scared. He couldn't handle me in this state. 9

So I keep lying. 10

And I hope they believe it all.