Having teenagers can be challenging - but sometimes its fun so here's a guest post from my darling Eleanor...
So... I started school on Tuesday 19th. And besides the fact that that meant having to cram to finish my summer homework, getting up at 6:15am (compared to my summer average of 10:00am), having to put on the dress code (instead of whatever I wanted), getting a lot of homework (on the first day alone), and having to pretend that I was happy to see people that early in the morning, it was OK.
I started my day off by running up four flights of stairs to reach Algebra II, where I realize I'm not cut out to do math so early in the morning and therefore I'm screwed when exam time rolls around. This is followed by hurrying down four flights of stairs to English 10, for which I had crammed to finish my summer reading and recently had the most absurd test ever. After that I go up four flights of stairs, after running across the school, to Chemistry, which I'm actually looking forward to, my teacher rocks.
After that it's down four flights of stairs and across the school again to European History, my teacher is really nice, but all he does is lecture, resulting in me wondering how in the world I'll manage to pass the AP exam. Now, after cramming a peanut butter cracker in my mouth, I go up two flights of stairs to French III, which is a really easy class, (I'm actually good at French), but it is also the class that I am dying of low blood sugar in. After that, it's down two flights of stairs to lunch, finally, 8th period lunch (there's ten periods), after standing in line for a whole ten minutes and having my finger scanned I sit down with only fifteen minutes to eat; after cramming my food into my mouth, I go to the restroom, which results in standing in a line (like always).
Once again, I run up four flights of stairs to arrive at religion (Hebrew Scriptures), my teacher reminds my of a puppy dog, hyper and loud. Now, I once again go down four flights of stairs to study hall, me and 108 other people, yeah, 108 high school students in the cafeteria, let me tell you, it's HOT. Now, after stopping at my locker, I go up one flight of stairs, out the door, and on to the bus, hoping that my friends make the bus (their lockers are literally on the other side of the world, well school).
You are probably wondering how my school is laid out, and trust me, every single student is wondering why it's set up in the strangest way you could possibly think of.
So after a morning of my five hardest classes in a row (three honors, one AP, followed by another honors, the last two are double periods), dying of low blood sugar caused by having lunch 8th period, and boiling to death in study hall, I sit on the bus, parched, tired out of my mind, and with a pounding headache, I survived one day of school... times this by four and I've survived my first week...just 196 more days to go.