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Wake up. Go to school. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Boring, isn't it? It's also pretty draining, you know. Going around every day, doing the same thing, seeing the same people. School is quite awful. Don't get me wrong, I love learning. But I do not love stress. I don't love the pressure to get perfect grades. I don't love teachers who don't understand why I can't learn things quickly. I don't love failing classes. I don't love the constant question "What are you going to do after high school?" It's a lot to do. It's a lot to decide. And I'm running out of time.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
High school is hell.
Wake up. Go to school. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Boring, isn't it? It's also pretty draining, you know. Going around every day, doing the same thing, seeing the same people. School is quite awful. Don't get me wrong, I love learning. But I do not love stress. I don't love the pressure to get perfect grades. I don't love teachers who don't understand why I can't learn things quickly. I don't love failing classes. I don't love the constant question "What are you going to do after high school?" It's a lot to do. It's a lot to decide. And I'm running out of time.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
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