I’m not in a good place right now. No, it’s not the cocaine, I’ve been sober for a week and a half. It’s the fact that I have six days until school starts up again and I need about three more months. This summer has been pretty great for me. I made lots of new friends, got some cash money, slept A TON, and traveled the world, albeit under unfortunate circumstances. However, just like The Powerpuff Girls, all great things must eventually come to an end and come this September Twelfth, I will be forced to refill my bottle of antidepressants and go back to… school. Don’t get me wrong. I love school. I love seeing my friends, hanging out with the buds, chilling with my pals, conversing with my colleagues, eating lunch con mis amigos, broing it up with my peers-the point has been made. That stuff’s all awesome. Even Art class and P.E. I don’t mind. But when it comes to all of the other things: English, History, Math, Science, and Language, I’m out of there faster than Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. (Those are the Powerpuff Girls. In order to smooth my return to school, I’d like to point out that I am only a fan of the Powerpuff Girls ironically and have never devoted my weekend to catching up on missed episodes.) This year will be my sophmore year. I have set out many goals for myself which include: 1. Be able to write an entire sentence in Spanish using words other than amigos, Hola, and tacos.
2. Make it through more than fifteen minutes of P.E. without passing out.
3. When I pass out, find a way to make it look cool and manly.
4. Actually get a passing grade on one of my tests.
5. Speak to a girl and/or a real athlete.
6. And finally, as always, have fun!