Waking Up In Middle School

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Waking up early in the morning, and then coming to absolute torture! School It’s just hard, and boring! But currently I’m in maths, why does it have to be so hard and boring? Why does Mr. Holland have to give us a test every week? When will we even need to know algebra? Can’t he just stop giving lectures and move on, like hey, we are in 7th grade not college! We are in middle school not COLLEGE! He makes me want to fall asleep… “Hey Alex, wake up it’s time for lunch!” Louis says, he’s the boy who sits next to me in math class, and every other class well for except spanish and gym, we have different classes then. He’s my bestfriend. The only one who actually understands me, or so I’d thought. “I’d fallen asleep again hadn’t I?” I asked not shocked. “Yeah” he replied. “I’ll catch you in the cafeteria, I’m just gonna go wash up” I say gathering my things and avoiding eye contact with Mr. Holland, hoping he did not catch me snoozing in class, again, as I have been a lot because of his boring lectures. I make my way to the bathroom, trying not to get trampled by all the other people in the small, narrow, long hallways. When I entered the girl's’ bathroom, I was asked a very awkward, yet common question from someone who I don’t know. I get the same …show more content…
I wasn’t too happy about it and I could tell neither were my parents. My parents and I took a seat and Mrs. Berne, the principal started talking “Well as you might be aware that your daughter Alex’s grades are dropping and so is her performance. She is also spotted sleeping during her math class, as far as I’ve been informed by her math teacher, Mr Holland, and many of her other teachers that she is also not completing her homework and does not finish projects in class either. Do you have any idea why she could be acting like this? Is it stress?” she

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