Back to school:

Summer- My whole summer consisted of going to the beach, being with friends, and playing volleyball. My normal routine was to get up around 11, go have fun, then play. My bed time was around 3 in the morning. I didn’t care about much of anything and the most literature I got was from sending text messages which were probably all incorrect and informal. All in all, I had a fun packed summer with not a lot of worries. (:

August- When August 1st came around I was focused on not dying during 2-a-days for volleyball. After making it out alive, the 12th came around and it took me by huge surprise.. Well.. that’s an understatement. I wanted to cry at the thought of having to go back to school. I was both mentally and physically unprepared. I hadn’t got clothed, supplies, and my brain wasn’t fully there. Picturing myself sitting in a small desk all day, didn’t make me eager to go. To be honest, I hate going back to school. I don’t find it as joyes as others do. Most are excited to get back and see all of their friends. Sorry, but I saw all the friends I cared about over summer. So my enthusiasm wasn’t really through the roof.

Back to school shopping-
Dear American Eagle,
Spending about 60 dollars on a shirt is not how I like to start my day. And I don’t think that its right for back-to-school clothes to be so expensive. Please lower your prices on behalf of everyone. Thanks and have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Mikayla

When I was going to get my supplies, it took everything I had not to go home and set every notebook and pencil on fire… that’s how much I dreaded going back to school.

The first day- Reminding you that, for the past two months I would finally grace the world with my presences at around 11 a.m. So, getting up at six wasn’t my ideal way of starting the day. Rolling out of bed, attempting to look presentable, and getting there on time was a huge challenge. Walking in was probably the most horrible thing all day. Seeing people that you have gladly not seen in months is great. Not. Everything stares at each other like a bunch of diseases. Dirty looks fling through the hallways are my favorite. Sometimes you see the occasional hugs from the people that act like they really want to see that other person, when really, deep down inside, they forgot about them over summer.
Yayyyy! Lets see who’s in my class.. Well. I hate you, you, you, you. You seem okay. Who are you? I hate you. And you smell bad. Yeah, sounds like I great year! Then, you sit for 47 minutes, listening to seven different teaches rambling on and talking about the same thing. No offence but, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID SYLLABUS! And WE UNDERSTAND THE CELL PHONE POLICY. No matter how you say it, it still sucks! I had a huge headache at the end of the day.
My mom: “How was your first day?”
Me: “It took everything I had not to punch myself in the face so I wouldn’t have to sit there anymore.”

Back to school= fail.