I probably shouldn’t stay up past eleven because I’m dead tired, but I have writing to do–for this site, my school blog (we have blog assignments almost every week), and my figment account, which I’ve only published two things on. I had a full and exciting week–GSA and Anchor and tests and stress and socializing. And I’m tired.
I’m so tired that I didn’t bother going to the library and borrowing the books I told myself I’d look for at the beginning of the week. I have a catapult due on Monday, so I’ll have to work on that. Luckily, I can skip the history field trip because my teacher is fine with it.
I had a physics quiz and a timed writing today. I probably did badly on both. Whoops. The physics one is my fault, because I skimped a little on the practice; the timed writing was partially not my fault, because there were supposed to be two papers for the prompt, but our teacher forgot to print the second, and since he wasn’t here today and we had a sub, we couldn’t get the last part of the prompt and had to make do without it. Of course, our teacher is cool; he said he wouldn’t blame us for anything.
Then there’s a physics test on Tuesday and a precal test on Wednesday. So next week, it’s catapult and history test on Monday, physics test on Tuesday, precal test and multiple-choice programming test on Wednesday, audit programming test on Thursday, and some more stuff…
Man, I have so much to do. I’m taking the SAT in December, then…
I’m tired. But I’m very happy because it’s a good, productive kind of tired. I feel like I’m getting somewhere, improving myself–I feel like I’m taking control of my life, getting better, growing a little.
I used to think I would never get better.
I was wrong.
It’s slow but it’s sure. I am so much braver and more open now than I was.