Ferocious Fridays feat. Frisbee

So, today was what one should call a "ferocious Friday."

What encompasses a ferocious Friday? Whatever the individual classifies as ferocious.

For me, that's an 8th period free, working out for an hour for frisbee season (while watching my knees turn red from lunges) and coming home and playing video games all night. That, my friends, is a ferocious Friday.

Ah yes, the most wonderful day of the week, Friday. The thing that I love about Friday is you wake up knowing it's the end of the school week, you get to go home and do nothing, and you go to sleep with the whole weekend ahead of you. This weekend is especially excellent because the Supah Bowl is on Sunday, and I will spend that day with my friends Matt, Jason and Dylan. Guess this means Saturday is HW day...oh well.

Y'know, ASIDE from homework, life is pretty good! Model UN is getting into season, as is frisbee. Baseball's around the corner, the Super Bowl's here. I can't wait for the next few months (minus the work, of course). I'm so sick and tired of snow and cold. I can imagine it now- 70 degrees, partly cloudy, with a cool, light breeze, and me outside playing frisbee with the guys, kicking Bard's collective ass.

In reality, though, it's 2:20 AM on a Friday, and 32 degrees out. Sadness. Spring needs to start moving its ass, 'cause winter is kinda on edge with this snow.

"I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best."
— Oscar Wilde 

 

(I'm gonna keep posting Oscar Wilde quotes until I run out of good ones.)

Go easy on the mustard, please.

So, I'm trying to (AGAIN) maintain this thing. It's growing rather impossible, though, with the increased pressures that I'm feeling from my family, friends, and school. That feeling of being tackled in football, but having to get back up again and again, that's kinda what I'm feeling. Only I'm not wearing half my weight in body armor. Seriously, the amount of crap that the juniors have to do this year is at least double what I felt sophomore year. And, in addition to 1) schoolwork, which already encompasses 8Am-3PM, plus about 3 hours of homework, there's also now 2) Exhibitions, 3) Extracurriculars, 4) Family affairs (I mean chores), 5) SAT/ACT prep, 6) and college stuff.

If that's not too much, I don't know what you could add to it.

It sucks. It really brings me down. My body and mind both are begging me to give it up, they're too exhausted, they need a break, I should just cruise for awhile. Maybe I don't need to succeed, they say. But my heart says no, you've worked so hard to get here, and not just in school. Overcoming allergies and social issues to become who you are now takes guts. And this is true to all the high school juniors who may read this. You've all worked really hard to get here. Don't throw it all away. No other year of your life will mean as much in shaping your future. Believe me, I haven't touched my XBox on a weekday (not on a holiday) since mid-January. When is it "me time?" Does that phrase go on vacation for a year? I should write it a postcard. It'd say "Come back soon! I miss you!"

Anyway, I'm done ranting. RAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRR. Ok, NOW I'm done. If someone comments, that'd be nice. I like people. I like conversation. COMMENT!

“Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”- Oscar Wilde.