Term 3

One day left, and I will probably get to bed before 12:00 tonight! I'm shooting for before 10:00. My favorite part of the school day is walking home. Especially on days like today when it's feeling like spring, and even if I don't talk someone will talk to me so I just have to listen. All of my older friends complain that the freshmen don't know what they're talking about when they say they're stressed. I believe them. I will have many stressful times in the future. Oh dear high school, why do you make so many of us youths miserable? All we want to do is play night games and you make us get up early and go to bed in the wee hours of the morning. You give us sleep deprivation and mounds of busy work. But what am I saying? I am but a simpleton freshman. Apparently I don't know what I'm talking about.