The days pass slower and slower all the time. I look at the time and it feels like it's going backwards; 2:10, 2:05, 1:55, and so on. It's Monday but it has been Monday for weeks. Mr. Carper's lectures never end. I feel my soul slowly growing weak and I can barely hold up my head. His words fade in and out, I'm only hearing fragments. Quit.....sirrus......slash and burn.........without the proper.........you have five minutes. The last words almost pull me out of the darkness but the tow cable snaps and I sink in deep. A loud trumpet noise wakes me up. I'm so very busy, and so very tired.
Have you ever wondered why I blog on Sunday late at night? Well, that's because every waking moment of my life is otherwise spent at swim meets, rhapsody concerts, or doing algebra 2 homework. Doing all these things might seem easy by themselves but in combination with every other random life happenings it becomes a difficult task. I guess that I actually do like my busy life though, because otherwise there's nothing for me to do. I like video games but they can only get you so far.
Being on the swim team takes up a lot of time. Every day after school I swim for two or three hours alternating every other day. Each week I have at least one swim meet, but if I'm unlucky I'll get three. Swimming is hard and takes a lot of practice. There is no way to be good at swimming if you haven't practiced it a lot. It's easy to get good at basketball, football, or soccer, but you can't instantly be any excellent swimmer. This is probably why I like it enough to spend most of my weeks on it.
Now that most of my week is consumed by swimming, I'll fill in the large opening I'm lucky to get with rhapsody revues and practices. Rhapsody is a special music group for the best singers to show their stuff and be separated from those who only want an easy A. Rhapsody is a class so it doesn't take up lots of days outside of school, but it does take up a lot of time on the few days it inhabits. Most of the day is spent making sure I look good. Then, we try to cover up my pepperoni (I have some eczema on my face). After that we get me in my fancy suit. I don't wear suits this fancy to church. It's just another time consuming thing that I love too much to abandon.
Finally, there is the deep, dark, painful hole that is Algebra 2. It's like a horrible combination of math, and slowly dying of a broken heart. Each concept gets more difficult. Each new formula makes less and less sense. You feel the assignments crush you like boulders but your pride won't let you stop trying. This is how Algebra 2 feels to me. I probably make it worse on myself because I don't like asking questions. But, once I fail the quiz on the assignment I normally pick it up. I always understand the concept best after it's too late to revive my grade. Algebra 2 takes up all the rest of the time I have (if there's any left...if there isn't...) and probably drives me the craziest.
I need this up coming Thanksgiving break really badly before I decide subconsciously to put myself in a comma so I can't be expected to go to school. After my grades recently started sliding my mom has been making sure everything gets done and is entered in my grade correctly. Her help has made it a lot easier, not so much because she watches me closely but because it's good to have someone watching my back. The worst part about such a busy schedule though, is probably the slowing of time when it comes close to a performance or swim meet. I look around me in my last period before I go get on a bus to a meet and notice that the flying pieces of paper go in slow motion and the teacher's voice becomes very deep and distant. At points like those I wish I could pause time, go to sleep for six hours (except I stopped time...so, yeah) and then do that whenever I needed to. Or, replace sleep with homework or a slow walk around the park. I really shouldn't complain though. When I think about it, I wouldn't want it to be any other way.
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