Personal Narrative: My Life After High School

I was born a long while ago on a cold Monday morning in February. Since that fateful day, I have never stopped going. Through rushing around, joining one club or another, I never had the time to sit and relax or to sleep for the recommended eight hours a night. This hectic life of mine did not pick up until last year. There were three a.m. nights, nine p.m. school days, and never any time to do homework or to think about where I was going next. After surviving junior year, I have miraculously arrived at senior year. If last year was bad, then the class schedule I have chosen for my senior year must be some form of torture. The problem is I want to learn. Learning is my way to get ahead in life and school is shaping me for that. I want to push …show more content…
That is old news. What I did not realise was that the amount of work would not be consistent. Some nights, I have four labs, three essays, two PowerPoint presentations, and one Mona Lisa due the next day. Other nights, I have to study for a seven point Spanish quiz and that is it. What comes with having strange amounts of work throughout the week is that I cannot get on a schedule. My school life was planned meticulously by my counselors who placed all of my homework heavy classes on one day. That means those nights are late and the coffee in the morning is brewed strong. On the other days, I have no homework to do, only studying for tests and those mornings are filled with the birds singing and me whistling on my way to school. There is no middle ground in my life. I am either going one hundred miles an hour or am completely halted. The stress that follows with such a hectic schedule begins to wear on the body. My eyes droop during class and my head pounds constantly. My schedule makes my life …show more content…
When your schedule follows a rigid structure, there is no time to seize the day. Let alone a few minutes to do something you actually have interest in. For example, I love reading. Not the carnal, out for information reading, but the spiritual kind. There is nothing more pleasurable than sitting down to read Chicken Soup for the Soul at the end of a hard day. I cannot grab the book though because the due date on my Google Classroom assignments are calling me. I cannot even fulfill simple dreams I have of cooking a meal that did not come from a box in the freezer. How can I seize the day for something other than what my schedule has in store for me? My schedule is an erratic dictator, a nagging mother-in-law, a redundant agitator, and a cutthroat killjoy. I need rest and a taste of a life where I am not swamped with work and hustling