Only a few more weeks.  Only a few more weeks.  

That's what I keep trying to tell myself.  

School is getting on my last nerve.  

I'm not failing, mind you, but the teachers are sadists.  They love seeing us kids crumble under pressure or piling on as much homework as possible upon us!  

They don't want us to have a life.  

I just got done with my latest project: a detailed report on the Battle of Pigs, which occurred during the Cold War in the 1960's, in Cuba.  Do you know how hard it was to find the right information so I could do a decent report??  It was extremely difficult, but through a lot of sweat and tears, I managed to do my report and I will be turning it in today.  I do hope Mr. Masters appreciates the hard work I put into it!

I liken school to meatloaf.  Nothing good about it, no matter how much you slice it.  It is full of disgusting items (bullies, homework out the wazoo, tests/exams, getting up at the crack of dawn, trying to get through the day without falling asleep in class, etc.) and smells (the cafeteria during lunchtime).  School is nothing but a huge waste of my time (and brain cells)!

I do try to keep my grades up (I want to make my parents proud of me), but still, I see no purpose in school.  I mean, we are learning stuff that we will probably never even use during our adult lives once we get old enough to graduate!  After all, what is the purpose of something like geometry?  Or trig?  Or even Language Arts?  I mean, seriously!

If I manage to pass seventh grade, I'll be a big time eighth grader.  Then after that, high school, which is the top of the heap!  I'll be with the big kids then!  Then things should be a heck of a lot easier!

If it isn't the classes or teachers (or the other things I mentioned earlier), I also worry about how I look to others or how I sound.  I may be 12, going on thirteen, but I sound like a six-year-old and I am not much taller than my kid brother (he's eight).  I am a shrimp compared to some of the gorillas in my grade!  And yes, I get picked on about my voice, size, and interests.  

I try to put on a brave affront in front of people (especially my parents), but when I am constantly being picked on or threatened with a swirlie every day by the school's resident bully committee,  I have to use all the tricks in the book to ensure that I stay alive to face yet another day of middle school!

Yes, school for me is definitely like a piece of meatloaf.  A piece of two day old meatloaf!  And I'm afraid things aren't gonna get any easier for me until I reach high school in a few years!  Sigh!!  :/