The Young, Reckless, and Slaved.

As of today, there is eleven more days until my first day of high school. That's ten days, eighteen hours, and five minutes. That's 260 hours and the extra five minutes are just there to scare you and it's there to tell you that you need to wake up because "this shit is real." My middle school experience wasn't the best time of my laugh. Sure, I had my serious boyfriend in the eighth grade, but surprisingly, that actually didn't last as long as I thought it would. I was always the laughing-stock. Hell, when I was in seventh grade, my best friend Lilly and her ex-boyfriend Noah left me in an elevator, so technically I was in an elevator all alone. You wanna hear the best part? The elevator was jammed. Yep, so I was in an elevator that was jammed and stuck there for twenty minutes until someone came and got me. I was an easy target too. Sure, this sometimes still goes. I mean, in sixth grade I had natural dirty blonde hair and shopped all my clothes at Goodwill and Buffalo Exchange and I was stuck in a 32A bra with cartoon animals on them, not to mention my underwear had days of the weak on them. The transition from sixth grade me to 7th grade me was I guess to much to handle. I had to get glasses in the middle of 6th grade because I could barely see the board from the back of the room, but since I never wore them at all because towards my twelve birthday, I realize what being hip was (or so I thought), my eye-sight got far more worse, causing me having to wear my glasses 24/7. Not to mention my hair in the seventh grade.

My dad has been dating a hair-dresser for almost three years. Needless to say, she does my hair when I visit him. When I was almost thirteen, I wanted my hair brown with a hint of blonde. Being her, she told me I needed to have my hair brown with just two streaks of blonde on each side, I went along with it. At school before this "experiment", people would call me a raccoon because I literally took liquid eye-liner and put it all over my eyes. It would get it all up on my eyelids, all over the base of the eyes. Needless to say, I was a raccoon. SO thinking this hair would look totally cool, no one bared to mention how much I would get teased at school for looking more like a raccoon. Get the drift:  You can see how much I struggled right? Not to mention how I look now, and as of now, I struggle and am so awkward around new people-let's say that I don't struggle as much as I did back then. I mean look at me. I look like a sad panda. Yes I know what your thinking, I do dwell on the past. Doing this makes me feel better. Sometimes I think that I have grown since I was in the fifth grade. I want to tell my future kids someday, "Sweetie, struggling is okay. That's life. Just don't struggle like your mom did." Yep, I know what your thinking, future parent of the century.

I guess I should be nervous for high school. I don't really understand why I am not as nervous as I thought I would be nervous in the beginning of the summer because I thought I would be so nervous but really-...but really I am a nervous train-wreck. Though I should really thank my mom for putting me in Summer Bridge. Don't know what it is? Upcoming Freshmen, thinking of taking something like this? Wanna "get prepared" for high school in the summer? One word: DON'T. If they say it is not like school at all and it's a fun little thing? Hun. It's school. Yes you get to know the school, but you have to do these labs and learn all this stuff that you already knew but it was stuck in your head until the first day of school and your like, "Oh, I remember that." I guess that's great in a way, but when you have to wake up at seven thirty in the morning...in July? I guess we then have a problem. I guess the biggest issue are your parents lying to you about this stupid three week course. Yeah, three weeks! Your parents will tell you it's fun, and guilt trip you. You realize parents are the ultimate guilt trippers? No, well they are. So here I was, thinking I would have fun until I almost shit my pants going into the front door of my new high school.

Well some positive things is that um...well...that's a little tough, but I'll try; I learned my two story high school like the back of my hand. I was there with my two best friends; Jackie and Lilly. Lastly...summer was just a restful one. And I have really changed in the past three years and I am ready to start a new chapter of my life. Cause these years will be with me forever...let's live while were young right?!...another thing about me, I never know the right things to say...well this is awkward.