Tenth Grade
Memories & Metaphor
Tenth grade was starting to plan getting out of that Haunted House Known as high school. I had a pretty good idea of what I was doing now that I had a year under my belt.I had a bunch of friends I hung out with. I remember planing out which classes I was going to take for the next two years.I struggled a lot this year with my health though. To me it felt like I was sick with something the entire year but due to my medical issues I could only really miss school when said medical issues acted up or i felt as if I was on deaths door. I still managed to miss a crazy amount of school though. It felt as if I was running for my life as I tried to play catch up.
The reading this year felt like walking threw a house of horrors it was so awful.Siddhartha was the only book I actually liked. I found the journey of self discovery to be an interesting one. The Lord of the Flies and Things Fall Apart were awful and hard for me to get into. This year I learned the art that I have used and will always use in any paper I have ever written. My teacher called it the art of BSing.It's basicly making things up and making those things sound good while also fitting the paper you writing. I can't imagine the horror story my life would have been without this skill. Overall this year was pretty ruff for me but I pushed threw. |