- first day of school: 30 pencils, 64 crayons, 20 pens, 12 rulers, 10 notebooks.
- end of school year: 1 pencil you found in the hallway.
sometimes I really wonder, will I ever really achieve anything in high school. I only have one year left. But then I also wonder, even if I achieve what I want, is that even considered success? Will I truly then feel successful? Standing up there today made me really realize how complacent I have become. Never in my mind would I have ever thought I would get to this point. Then basketball practice didn’t make it any better. It’s not normal for me to even show the slightest of attitude to a coach, but today I was just blowing up. How are you going to go and tell me all of my flaws, literally embarrass me in front of the rest of them, and think it’s okay? You might think it’s just harmless words, or think that I think that your words are suppose to motivate me to get better, but not when they are always towards me. There are about 10 other girls on this team and everyday, even if they make the same mistakes as me, or even worse, I’m the one to suffer. I’m never one to bitch about these kinds of things, especially on tumblr. But today was just like a breaking point. That one pass, that one motherfucking pass. You choose that pass to make us run. When you have a defense on us that knows every single play and that knows what’s going to happen. So i go left, we had just talked about passing the ball left instead, and what happened? I got in trouble for going fucking left. What the fuck do you want from me? I already feel like shit for making us run, run that stupid 17. So much to rant about today, sorry tumblr for all the rants that might come after this.
- Teacher: Schools almost over
- Teacher: and this is crazy
- Teacher: but here's three projects
- Teacher: due by friday