Weeks before school stars and as usual I am not prepared. My mandatory reading taunts me as it silently lays very still on the living room counter. My two projects lay untouched in the hard drive of my computer taking up space and my mind runs wiled from the thought of not staying up late, no homework and many more enjoyable things that the last few weeks of summer have to offer. Going back to school, the very thing I hate the most about summer. No more late night blogging and no more free time.
Seventh grade, the middle of middle school. the very bridge between the mature seventh grader and the immature seventh grader. The very gateway of being a teenager. The very thought of turning thirteen in a mire 4 months and about 123 days doesn't even cross my mind thinking that I have made it this far.
Seeing my old friends and of course my old enemies that make me feel right at home. Maybe try and make new friends maybe not. New challenges and new fears await me in the next two weeks. Am I up to the challenge? Well as I sit in my bed ready to count off another last day of sumer I am cowering in fear of the new school year.
Noah Reynolds
noah, this is marilyn. glad to see you're back writing again. these latest two blogs really hit home with me. i remember those waning days of summer and the anxiety of a new school year and that was especially true in middle school.
ReplyDeletei also love the image of the television reflection and the burning. i've felt that sort of malaise before too. your writing is getting better. your images, more striking. love marilyn