I thought I had more time. A few more precious weeks. I was mistaken. School isn't back in until September 8th, but I already have homework. I got a letter in the mail yesterday from my English teacher I will have this year. He wants us to read a book from a list he provided us and then write a page about it. It’s only a page, but still, I have ******** homework! What the ********??!!! I can't even go these last few weeks unburdened. Luckily I've already read one of the choices on the list, so I don't have to cram a book in in these last few weeks, just write the paper, but it's the whole principle of it. Already my mom is starting to ride my a** with comments like "Make sure you do that paper!" I ******** KNOW I HAVE TO DO THE DAMN PAPER! GET OFF MY ******** BACK! It's not like I'm irresponsible and don't do my work. I always make sure I do my work, she doesn't have to tell me to ******** do it. The only thing she is doing is annoying the s**t out of me and pissing me off. Can't she see that I can be in charge of doing my own work and she doesn't need to tell me like a ******** first grader?! Another thing that pissed me off was that I got my MME scores back and I got 1's and 2's, which is good, and which means I can be exam exempt. I only got two 1's, and she was like "Why didn't you get all 1's?!" I told her that it was probably a hard thing to do. "Well, it shouldn't be for you. You were probably slacking." She’s ******** to please! Even though my scores were good, it's not good enough for her. I don't even think she said good job. Already all the s**t she's going to give me for the next nine months of school is starting up. Somebody, shoot me now. I feel like my summer has just been third trimester aborted. I had just a few more weeks of relaxation and safety in the womb of summer, but now summer has been ripped away prematurely, leaving all the negative feelings the school year instigates to come creeping slowly back into me.
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