Finishing Social Studies did not require liking it first
Hannah
Thursday night, and the Social Studies folder is thinner than it was in September. Not because the work get easier. I just stop treating every chapter as a reason to…
The A and the contest were not grading the same thing
Monday night, and both papers are still on my desk even though the results arrive days apart. One is school Maths, the kind we practise every week until the method…
I could not write about their feelings until I asked who kept the secret
Friday night, and the Romeo and Juliet notes are open again, the ones that earn me a C in English. Not because I skip the reading. I know the plot.…
They wanted the drawing I could still change
Tuesday night, and a message come in about a character I already draw twice. It is a small commission, the anime-style kind people put on a badge or a keychain,…
They called the company a target, which is not how I usually look at one
Monday night, and I go back through the Bank of America virtual internship I finish on The Forage, because the slides still sit in a folder named as if they…
The cheaper copy came with answers I did not ask for
Friday night, and I finally buy the anthology I have been borrowing from the library in pieces. The shop have a new one with a stiff spine, and a used…
The holiday in the textbook is not the choice I actually have
The Business book use a holiday again. Two weeks at the beach, or a new laptop, and you cannot have both, which is how they introduce opportunity cost. I copy…
The drawing I did tonight is worth nothing, which is not the same as worthless
Saturday night, and I am supposed to finish a Business worksheet on costs. Instead I open the sketchbook that live under my Maths folder, which is a bad filing system…
The graph in the homework has no labels, so it is not a graph yet
Tuesday evening, the first full week of proper IGCSE, and I spend twenty minutes staring at a line that go up and then flatten. No numbers on the side. No…
The family in the play cannot afford to keep the trees
Sunday night, and I finally open The Cherry Orchard. It is on the World Literature list I stare at two days ago and do not close. Chekhov. A house, a…