I remember back when I loved school, I loved getting up in the morning, doing work, and trying my best. The best part was getting good grades and meeting new people. You could say school was my favorite place to be. A typical day would consist of me putting my Heelys on, then getting on the bus with the coolest bus driver ever, Mr. Steve. Mr. Steve would always put on the best music. He would tell us, “Stop jumping on the bumps!”. I always liked sitting with my friends at the breakfast table while talking about what we’re going to do for the day. We’d then rush to class trying to sit in the front row ready to learn. I always raised my hand to answer every question trying to be the best. During recess, which was the best part of the day, I'd run all day playing all the games with my friends; from tag to kickball and even foursquare. Yeah, those were the good old days.
Now, a typical day starts with a dreadful fight between me and my alarm debating on whether I should get up. I then, take a cold shower trying to wash my tears away from the upcoming school day. After that, I brush my teeth then get into another fight with myself debating on what to wear, cause you know that matters now. I go to my bus stop which is a fifteen minute walk and just wait. Not only for the bus to come but for the day to be over. The sun isn’t even up as I wait. I go onto the bus to see a group of zombies. Kids just dead asleep with headphones in. I then go to my seat and try to fall asleep due to the homework I had in history keeping me up all night. We arrive at school and I’m fully awake and ready to just take it. I feel the day going slower and slower with each period sucking my life away.
By 5th period I just want to go back home as each teacher gives me more and more homework to do. When the school day is over my mind is just filled with thoughts of the homework I have to do. I then come home to my mom screaming at me about my grades and saying how she doesn't want to see C’s on my report card. It's not even a real C it's just some teachers don't know how to put grades in “cough cough Mr. Goosby. I just listen and take it then go to my room and procrastinate about doing the homework while playing games on my phone. “Oh just one more game” I say as that one games turns into 2 then 3 and so on. Next thing ya know I'm doing homework on the bus.
By now you may be thinking “oh another lazy kid who hates school”. That may be the message you get when you read this but that’s not the point. I’m just trying to say school is stressful. We students have to worry about academics, passing classes, and making friends which didn’t even come in my planner by the way. We are all teenagers and we all learn at a different pace. I don’t know if this is true or not but I guarantee most teachers didn’t have to learn the amount of stuff we did at their age and all at one time. Why is it when we get a day off we essentially get more homework to do? Why is it teachers try to take our weekends away by giving us test on Mondays? Why is it that you let that one person disturb the class and so you feel the need to stop teaching? I know you guys remember going through these situations as kids back in the day or way way back in the day (For teachers like Mr. Goosby) . The only thing I’m requesting is a bit more acceptance.