Last year vs This year #1

My last year of high school started on Monday. I mean, I'm hoping it's my last year of high school. Because who knows, maybe I'll break my back and be unable to attend school EVER AGAIN, or perhaps take up prescription drugs and alcohol and get run over one cold November night in a drunken daze of druggieness.

I mean, you never know.

But I was going somewhere with this... ah, yes. I was going to say that your last year is supposed to be the hardest, right? Working to raise your grades and all. Securing your future. Bribing your teachers. Blah blah. But you know, I've only been back for three days and I have a feeling this year won't be anywhere near as hard as last year.

For one thing I don't have to stay a zillion extra hours at school per week the way I did last year.

Last year I had to go to weekly stupid, pointless meetings for the group that's going to Europe (did I ever mention I dearly regret joining that group? A psychologist at school made me see her and said that she understood why I felt they way I did, but at this point all I could do was go and try to enjoy myself. Then she told me to socialize. And to think more about what I want and then act upon that, and not what other people want. Where was I? Ah, yes. Pointless meetings). I had to take psychological tests and have extra French lessons apart from my normal ones. And go to boring talks about ugly paintings, museums, buildings, etc. Also, Italian classes. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I think, from three to five.

And giving up weekends for those useless workshops about controlling your emotions, molding plasticine into little shapes according to "whatever you're feeling right now", and then nodding at the end and saying that it was fun and cool and it felt good to get in touch with your inner self and I WOULD NEVER DO THAT AGAIN EVEN IF YOU PAYED ME.

Sorry. Anyway, that in itself isn't that much work, but then I also had crazy teachers for my regular classes. Altogether I didn't really enjoy myself last year.

It's getting late, so I'm going to shower and hit the sack for now. But keep your eyes peeled for part two, where I won't be so angsty and annoying. I promise.