So here's how it all started.
The week before the first day, we went to my school to get my schedule. I was thinking of being in all regular classes, unlike the earlier years. Then we had to go for my shots, and it hurt, unlike other years. And then came the first day. I got my schedule, and it had all AP classes, so I asked my counselors to change my schedule.
When I got my schedule changed, I got moved from A lunch to C lunch. A lunch was nice with all my friends, but in C lunch, I felt lonely, and it was very strict, and I had no chance to go back to A lunch, unlike sophomore year, where I was originally in fifth period lunch, but got moved to third period lunch in November. I finally did get to go back to fifth period lunch in May. And junior year, I was in B lunch all year, and my 4th period teacher(French teacher) allowed me to visit other lunch periods on test days. But senior year, I had to go to my 4th period(art) class C lunch everyday, and I did not get to visit B lunch at all, and I did not get to go back to A lunch. They removed me from French class, but they couldn’t remove me from gym. How cruel!
The 下一个 weekend, I wanted to go to that then-new store Daiso, but Sis wanted to go to Burlington instead.
My dad 说 we would have no time to go to other stores, because it was already nighttime. I was annoyed to hear this. When we went home, I burst into tears. I couldn’t even sleep. Mom said, “Stop crying! It’s no use crying as long as we’re not going to Daiso!”
And the 下一个 weekend, on Saturday, Risu wanted to go to school, but I repeatedly hollered, “I don’t wanna go to school!”
Dad said, “You better stop crying and misbehaving!”
The 下一个 day, on Sunday, I was drawing some pictures, but Dad said, “You should be studying for SAT.”
“Hmph!” I did not want to take Dad’s words.
The 下一个 day, at school, Nia, then a freshman, asked, “How was your weekend?”
“Awful,” I replied.
That week, we got our progress reports. I got good grades on all of my classes except English with a D and stats with an F. Dad was mad at me for failing stats. He said, “You think you’re a kid and 你 can draw pictures and listen to music? 你 say you’re having bad days like Alexander, but your days are even worse than his! And that is so stupid of you!”
Dad should NOT have ever called me stupid in high school, particularly senior year, because it was time he should have stopped calling me that, unlike fifth grade 或者 seventh grade.
At the end of the month, there was supposed to be the ACT test for seniors, but it got postponed to the middle of the 下一个 month.
由 that time, my psychology and economics teacher, whom I had for geography in freshman year, got transferred to another school, so it was time to change our psychology classes.
We got our 报道 cards. I passed everything but stats with a freakin’ 44!
The 下一个 日 was the real ACT day. My left arm was already hurting that I wanted to relax to rest it. But Dad said, “Relaxing is bad! Relaxing is not good! If 你 fail one 更多 time, we will go to Thailand!”
Two days later, I got my new schedule. I was now removed from psychology and stats and computer science and AQR(a math class) were added, but that bogus gym class was still there.
In gym, there was Queen. I knew her face in junior year, but I never talked to her then. I started talking to her for the first time. She 说 she was my best friend, but she asked me 问题 I was not comfortable answering, because she believed that best 老友记 should share private information, which I did not believe. Thus, she was NOT really my best friend.
AQR was easy at first, but as the 年 progressed, the class was getting tougher and 更多 useless. It was even tougher than the precal class I took in junior year.
The 下一个 month, I had started becoming obsessed with that game 糖果 Crush. It was so addicting that I almost 迷失 my interest in doing other things, be it schoolwork 或者 drawing. I never played that game in junior 年 或者 earlier.
And Thanksgiving break was not as great as the one in junior year, because I was doing only 糖果 Crush. And on Thanksgiving day, Dad told me to grow up, which I did not want to do. But in the Thanksgiving break of my junior year, things were calmer, I was 更多 into my work, and Dad did not have to tell me to grow up, because I was 更多 mature and diligent then. But senior year, I got lazy, and I couldn’t control my emotions.
The 下一个 month, a new girl came to my school. Her name was Tamia. She was in my anatomy and economics classes. She showed our teachers her paperwork from her old school. When we were playing Kahoot in economics, she won the game.
On the weekend before finals week, we went to Patel Brothers. Dad lectured me too much and 说 me to not go on 脸谱 或者 play 糖果 Crush.
The weekend after finals week, I wanted to go to a non-Indian store, like H-Mart 或者 Trader Joe’s, but instead, we went to Patel Brothers again, duh!
And the break went very fast, without a single H-Mart visit, and that brought me down to tears. And I could tell it was already becoming a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year, just like Alexander’s day!
When it was time to go back to school, it was time for the 秒 semester to come. Mr. Hughes, the assistant principal, 说 it was going to be a smooth transition, but for me, it was a rough and tough transition. And there were so many reasons why.
I was getting sick with a very long cough that I couldn’t get rid of immediately.
And the week after my 18th birthday, that I was never excited for, in government class, I told Monica and Tom that my English teacher Ms. Guinn did not teach the material very well, but they 说 they would tell her I 说 it. In English class, Tamia told Ms. Guinn the whole story, and I felt embarrassed. I was even scared to tell Dad at first, but when I told Dad, he 说 I was crying. And I could tell, it was already being a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad senior year!
In the awards ceremony at the end of the year, I thought I would get an award, but I didn’t get any, and there were so many reasons why. I didn’t like school, I went on 脸谱 too much, I was in all regular classes, I was bullied a lot, I could not control my emotions, I had a poor attitude, I did not work that hard, and I was really stupid. I felt so miserable. Mom 说 junior 年 was better, because I was calmer, smarter, 更多 diligent, took pre-AP classes, got better grades, had a 更多 positive attitude, did not have Facebook, and did get to be class favorite, and I agreed with her. But in senior year, because I was stupid, I did not get any awards at all.
Only the really smart people got awards, like Ben. He was smarter and 更多 diligent than I, took all AP classes, got some scholarships, did not go on 脸谱 much, and never complained about his work. And so did Jake, who got an award in stats. And so did Gigi, Casey, Cassidy, Hudson, Kain, Chastity, Kramer, Rocky, Elise, Etayehu, Maria, Queen, Graciela, Elizabeth, Ford, and Sheldon, but not Taylor, Will, Sarah, Austin, Marc, and Nick, 或者 even Tamia 或者 Dez 或者 Monica 或者 Tom.
And then came graduation day.
Even after graduation, I still had a lot of work overload in the summer that I had much less time for 最喜爱的 stuff, unlike my other summers. I had to take the TSI test over the summer. I got so many punishments, like on July 12, I wanted to listen to the radio, but Dad had to turn off the radio and lecture me all night. And on July 31, I wanted to go to a mall, like Northpark, 或者 any store other than Burlington, like H-Mart 或者 Michael’s, but Sis wanted to go to Burlington itself instead just to return her clothes, and we went to Burlington only. Then we went straight home. It felt too early to go straight home, but we had to, because I had to practice for the TSI test. And I felt too old for those punishments, but sorry, I was very immature, I had to do all that work, and Dad had to lecture and punish me too much and treat me 更多 like a baby than a grown adult. And it really was an abysmal 年 for me. It was an ugly, horrendous reality, though everyone expects it to be easy and fun. Don’t judge a book 由 its cover, so don’t judge a 年 由 your friends’ reviews. And junior year, which my 老友记 说 to be the hardest year, was actually nice for me. My hardest 年 was none other than senior year, which everyone else thought of as the easiest. Senior 年 treated me very unfairly.
And senior 年 reminded me of the Middle School 图书 very much, because Rafe, the protagonist of those books, loved drawing 更多 than school and was often called stupid, just like me...
