Creative Writting

Lets talk about school.

By: Monica de la Cruz 

Lately everything in my life seems to be about school, what I am doing, what I am suppose to be doing, and what I have to do. I mean, the reason of this is really simple, I am at that point of the semester where if I don’t work I wont have a summer, because here I go summer school, the place where I re take my failed class, and I would not like that. So when I have six different things to do for Monday my first reaction is to work, but lets be honest, its me, I do more procrastination that any human being should do, and I blame it all on my teenage years, but no there’s only one person to blame, and that’s me.

I have a lot of things to do and this essay is one of them, but as I did not do it with time, even when my week was not that busy, I am here, sitting across from my computer at 11:38 at night, trying to write 400 words about something, so I can have my final project done and a wonderful summer, but what do I write about school. I am tired, I have been doing homework all day long, my eyes are as red as an apple and I have lost all of my mental health trying to figures out if I was going to do about this, I´ve reach the point of the semester where my jokes  about selling candy for living stop being a joke and actually the idea seams rarely nice.

I remember when I liked school, no actually I never like school, the whole process of getting up early and having trouble with remembering things for a pop quiz never attract me enough, but the idea of socializing and complaining about how much work I have to do keeps me talking for hours and helps me write an essay, a really bad one, but at least I try.  The only nice thing you can find at school is te experience, I have always thought that the best years of our live will be at school, no matter how much we hate it, it changes our lives, it puts lots of people together to fight on stupid things like a grade or things like that, kind of like the hunger games, and the capitol are the teachers, and instead of killing each other we are expecting to see who fails, if you think about it that makes sense. When you get a test, and you know you did really bad, you take comfort in the expectation that some one did worst than you, cause that means you are not the dumbest. That sounds really bad, but for any student who reads this will agree with me.

This essay does not make sense, I don’t even think it is an essay, but it just some random thoughts of mine put into words and they are throng out there for any one who wants to read them.