Six Weeks

This first six weeks was just like any other school year for me. I wish I was more prepared then I am and was now. But I can learn from my mistakes and go on from there. I have cool teachers, some boring ones but it’s those boring ones that are the same as any of your other teachers. They may have fun issues but they teach the same curriculum as everyone else. Yes there are those teachers that suspect you to write a ten page essay in size 8 in one night, and you can get mad at them and whatever. They may not like you but you have to work with them and get them on your good side and show them that you can do it but don’t overdo it.
I like my classes even though I’m not suppose to be in a class now until next year, but it’s always good to get the hardest ones out and work with the easier ones later. My schedule for afterschool is pretty hard also to maintain. I can’t do what I usually do Tuesday afternoons, Wednesday afternoons. I have Bible Study and I have Church those days. Don’t get me started on my work! Just playing I like most of my work, its fun, interesting, but sometimes they can be boring!
I now worry about what I’m going to do with my hair the next day but I still get out of the house when on time. Of course at the same time I’m getting my bag and flying out the house is when my mom is telling me how I always get her late, and she doesn’t have time to do her makeup anymore, ( Who is she trying to look good for??) My dad works on the other side of town! But anyways, not to get into their problems, I have some of my own. I try to maintain a study session for myself when I get home. It’s hard to do when you see everyone finishing a basketball game outside.
I still go to Church on Sunday; I usually go to the park or with my other family somewhere on the weekends. My boyfriend Jairo, says that I do too much, and I tell him that I have to do it to get what I want in life. He helps me in some things and I try to help him to return the favor. As I calmly explain to some math problems to anyone that needs help, my hands are trembling to pull my hair out.
I love to help people, especially during the first six weeks, it makes me feel good and I know that I’m doing something someone wouldn’t do. So, this first six weeks for me was ok to the point to where I am satisfied with myself knowing what I do best is helping others, and always putting my mind, to it, I give it my best shot.