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I limp through school on Friday and not just because of the obvious. That freaking work out was three days ago and I'm still suffering. All I can say is, thank fuck it's Friday!

Oh, and guess what?

I got an A in that French test! Granted, it was only by one mark but it's still the best I've ever done in that class. Or any to be honest. To say I'm proud is an understatement. I've been rubbing it in Clare's face all week since she's terrified of her Maths result. Apparently she needs to do well in that class to get into college or something. I kind of tuned her out. She'll find out what she got today, in any case, and I'm sure she did fine. She was studying for hours.

I did the same test yesterday but my hopes aren't high. I'm good at Math, …show more content…

She hasn't said anything more about Cassandra since the incident on Tuesday so I might've gotten over it by next week. For now, I sit in my seat near the back and stare doggedly at the wall behind her head, even when she isn't speaking and especially when she's speaking to me. It may be petty but I have to make my point somehow; she has no right to try to protect, or to 'keep an eye' on me or whatever it is she thinks she's doing; I can take care of myself.

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And now school seems completely pointless. It's supposed to prepare you for life but all it really does is teach you how to obey those who 'know better' and memorise some stupid equations. One day, real life comes along and slaps you in the face and you wake up and realise none of this shit matters. What's the worst they can do? Expel you? Maybe you won't get into the university you want, but life goes on. You get a job, you earn money, then one day you'll find someone worth loving and settle down, maybe have a few kids or a dog. So you may have flunked a couple of classes in high school? So what? At least you're still alive. And living is a

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