Boob Jail and Junior Year

I survived the first week of junior year. I jokingly told my mom last night that I had more homework this time last year than I do now. Of course my teachers knew what they had to do today, and that was assign anything and everything. So once I got home, my dog went out to pee and I went straight to work.

This year I’m all about time management. I have to learn to do an assignment without looking at my phone halfway through it. I’ve learned the 5 minutes I waste per assignment is not nearly worth as much as the 20 minutes of added free time I get in my afternoon/night time. For instance, right now instead of cramming to do boring work, I’m sitting in my bed undisturbed, watching Superstore, and writing my thoughts. I’ve also started making my bed in the morning, but we’ll see how long that lasts. Another big thing for me is getting my homework done all at once and as soon as I go home. I can never give myself a break until I know I have no obligations, it’s very annoying.

Today was picture day and of course I forgot. Today was the first day I stopped trying with my outfits too. Absolutely no makeup, an oversized crew neck, sweats that kind fall down on me, and not even a bra, just a tank top. I do hate the feeling of bras. I believe bra=boob jail. I am on the larger chested side so I can’t really get away with nothing. I envy the AA community. Anyways, it’s safe to say I will be making an appearence on retake day. My school, like the rest of NYS, implemented a new phone policy. They make it sound like if you have your phone out anywhere there will be some huge penalty, you go to jail, your future is demolished, and you will never have a phone again. When in reality students still have their phones on their desks, it’s still being used in the hallway, and not one kid has stopped texting their mom to pick them up. So the major difference they were hoping to achieve, I believe is still in the far future. Kids will always find a way to have their phones.

My little brother complained about his pre-algebra homework today. He asked me what -12+60 was. I told him 48, and he still needed to ask Alexa. What I would give to have 7th grade work again. But nothing else from 7th grade please.

7th grade was probably one of the biggest turning point in my life. I remember a ton of crying from 7th grade. I changed my hair so many times; I went through multiple identity crisises. My ego definitely got the best of me back then. I thought I was the hottest shit, until my friends didnt think so. One moment I felt on top of the world, then the next I was miserable. All I can say is finding the right friends for you is probably the biggest life lesson I’ve learned so far. It doesn’t matter if the person is good or bad. It is if they understand your feelings, boundaries, and at the end of the day can move through the harder times with you.

I wish I had more creative energy flowing right now, but unfortunately school drains me of that. Every now and again I go through a dry spell when my own thoughts bore me. Like how am I supposed to get through the day without there being drama I can makeup in my own head? Something I like doing when I’m bored in class is take two random people sitting in front of me and picture them arguing. I never like being in arguments, but watching them never hurts when you’re not involved. Can you tell I’m a Real Houswives fan? I’ve DM’d Andy Cohen to start the Real Houswives of Long Island (or Nassau County). There is so much Housiwive drama and money on Long Island, what is there not to love, Andy?