My Freshman Year

I don't know how long I've been in School

Well technically I'm not at school. I'm at the dentist. Got checked out. Where did we live off?

Ah, yes. Okay so it's a week before homecoming, yes it's Friday. I'm already back in hoodies during a heated September in Sippi. Still haven't had homework.

Y'know socializing is hard. For me it is. I'm exhausted. There's only so much I can do. And I've found that I'm not as caring as I should be.

Spoiler alert for Season 7 of Supernatural, which I'm still on. I'm kinda like Elliot. Boohoo, you got put it a rumor. Say it wasn't you and walk on. Oh, your dog got hit? Well mine did too. Difference? Yours is livin. I ain't cryin over her, why are you. Like. Humans are tough.

But all power to India, getting over the fact that people are gay.

'Gay is against nature'
There are gay lions and tortoises, so hush. Unless you got the homie Jesus number, then I don't care to hear lip from ya.

Oh yeah.

High school.

I hate my new biology teacher. Mr. Mathew. He's the Snape to my Harry. My previous one, Mrs. Berry, gave birth. But this git here uGH

Here's a lil hint. If you hate a teacher, either be completely silent or overly polite. Don't be rude. Unless you can get away with it.

Progress reports come out for me today. What do my grades look like? Horrible.

An 89, y'all. 89!! I'm gonna be in deep crap til next semester. One C. I made a single C, and six A's. Three 100s, two 92s, and a 98. Then the 75 on the test that EVERYONE bombed because he forgot to teach us ONE thing.

And then there's the 98 in PE. I guess that's for the day I got sick and had to sit out. Not like I asked the big guys upstairs to make my tummy upset.

Oh, news flash, they don't care. Unless they make it obvious they care, teachers don't give a single chameleon sh*t about you. They're here to get their sucky paycheck and kinda teach. But that doesn't mean you have to be mean. Just don't care back.

Friendship. If you're friends with everyone, you're fake, I'm sorry. Everyone is not gonna be your friend. I know, I know. The gaggle of bimbos and bros looks so cool and you have to impress them. But really, you don't. I tripped up the stairs(yes up the stairs shut up) in front of those groups and I'm still alive. I just kept walking as if it didn't happen. Honestly, I'm too exhausted to be embarrassed.

Pre existing friends. Of course there's the famous "you won't walk in with who you walk out with" thing. I mean, I'm fine. All of my friends are the exact same as they were when we met in 7th grade. Except Nana. She's more ghetto, but it's okay. Also I think I'm shifting moods quicker. Harder for me to think...consistently.

I'm tryna give y'all advice based off experience.

Work is only hard if you make it. Ask the question. If they laugh at you, you shouldn't care. Cause at the end of the day that question is gonna be why you're not leaning out a McWindow.

Yes, sign up for clubs. Even hermits like me appreciate the socialization. I wouldn't be able to do after school stuff because of band practice, but I still encourage it. Go make friends. My group and I met in BETA Club.

I can't say anything about relationships cause I'm ugly but y'know. They're not everything. They're also not nothing? Double negative?

Mean people? People say I don't like you?

"Oh I hate you!"
"Okay? What? The hecc? What am I supposed to do with that? You hate me. Like, can I get a receipt, can I take it to Wal-Mart and get a Snapple? I mean, if not you can join the long line of people waiting for me to care."

Stop overthinking. Simplify the matter like a math equation. Bad at math? Use Khan Academy. Go watch Netflix as a break and come back.

What are other major high school problems? Clothes?

No one cares after the first three days. If they do, don't mind them, they don't have crap else to do. I mean. I'm wearing grey sweatpants with flowers on them. Light grey and spiceberry Jordans. A blue hoodie from 3rd grade. A tan shirt that's too small. No one cares. No one said "oh you look ratchet". If they did I would agree. I got dressed in the dark with eight minutes on the clock.

I repeat, just chill. I mean, work hard on your lesson, sure. But chill. It's gonna be fine.

Have a Remi.