The Best Years of My Life
As an aspiring journalist, I thought it would be fun to create a blog for some experience of everyday writing and share my daily experiences on what are supposed to be the best years of my life.
I typically spend my weekends with my friends and all the days in between stressing about Geometry and trying to remember if I did my French homework.
It's really strange, when I was little I always looked up to the teenagers. I wanted to be just like them, their lives seemed so glamorous. But now that I am the age I always dreamed of being, it is nothing like I expected. I have to constantly worry about my grades, look into my college options, and this driving thing isn't exactly always a piece of cake either. Sorry Mr. Carver, I didn't mean to almost run over you.
I've also realized that there is a lot I just have to accept like that my friends and I won't always agree and now that we are older we have bigger problems than just worrying about our yearbook pictures or what we are wearing tomorrow. I've also realized that growing up isn't just hard on me but it's also hard on Mom since she has to listen to my new formed opinion on life and stress about college with me since it is only 2 years away.
I hope you enjoy my blogs and find my life just as confusing and ironic as I do.
I typically spend my weekends with my friends and all the days in between stressing about Geometry and trying to remember if I did my French homework.
It's really strange, when I was little I always looked up to the teenagers. I wanted to be just like them, their lives seemed so glamorous. But now that I am the age I always dreamed of being, it is nothing like I expected. I have to constantly worry about my grades, look into my college options, and this driving thing isn't exactly always a piece of cake either. Sorry Mr. Carver, I didn't mean to almost run over you.
I've also realized that there is a lot I just have to accept like that my friends and I won't always agree and now that we are older we have bigger problems than just worrying about our yearbook pictures or what we are wearing tomorrow. I've also realized that growing up isn't just hard on me but it's also hard on Mom since she has to listen to my new formed opinion on life and stress about college with me since it is only 2 years away. I hope you enjoy my blogs and find my life just as confusing and ironic as I do.
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