6th 6 Weeks, Blog Post 1

Well, I think I've set too many goals for myself, because I'm so extremely stressed. I'm simultaneously trying to lose weight, keep my grades up, look for a job, and do chores, and get my license. It's a lot to handle. But, my mom just basically said to me that that's nothing.

Oh, well. I'll get through it. Always manage to get through the crap that I'm in. It's just unfortunate that it's all happening right at the end of the year.

On the other hand, there is the end of the year to look forward to. This year hasn't been the best in terms of school. Some of the teachers that I had last year, I think, were a whole lot better than the ones I have this year, but that's only a select few. On top of me not particularly liking some of the teachers, this year seems to have dragged on and on, I feel like last semester was last year! Ugh, I just want it to be over.

Slam Poem?

So, I read my poem yesterday. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought. Though, I do wish I'd read a poem I thought of later that day:

Damnation

No where near elation

Simple fixation

Only mutilation

Give into temptation

Easy sedation

Lack of concentration
No reason for celebration
Devastation
No time for relaxation
Transformation
Complete suffocation
Rewritten declaration
No more complication
Salvation

I like it a lot better than the one I did read. Point is, it's over, and I'm happy about it. Really talking in front of people was my problem with this, it was the word 'perform' that made me unhappy. Most of the time (out in the 'world of work') you most likely won't be asked to get up on a stage and perform anything.

Though, I must say that a little of my stage fright has disappeared, and I'm glad that it has. Between slam poems yesterday, and being in band for three years, I think I'm pretty good at stages now. Just don't ask me to sing anything, because I just won't do it.