I didn’t want to write this story.
Mr. Brennan is bugging me to get something out by the end of the week when I just finished writing another story that took the life out of me. He told me to put away the Woodbury FFA yearbook I was looking at and to start writing.
But the truth is: I don’t want to write this story. Nor do I know what to write about.
I would much rather be at home, laying in my bed, and playing with my dog, but instead I’m sitting in the back of the classroom and struggling to figure out what my next topic would be.
I put my fingers to the keyboard and started talking about how I was feeling. I told the truth; I said what I had to say. But is it really a story?
I can tell a story about the truth.
And I’m sure nobody wants to hear me complain and whine and cry because I want to go home and how burnt out I am, but it’s the truth, the reality even.
I’m sure other students are feeling the exact same way. I’m sure many students are ready to be done with the schooling we’ve all gone through the past 13 years of our lives.
So instead of coming up with actual ideas, and making an interesting story for our readers, I would rather just complain about how I wish I was anywhere but here. Not because school is a negative environment, but because the senioritis is real.
The end of my senior year has been quite eventful. I’ve been scheduled to work for many hours during the week, there are tests I have to take, other college stuff I need to do, and so much more. It feels like I’m wasting my time even being here. I could be doing the pile of dishes in the sink. I could be studying for my AP Spanish test. I could just walk out of the building right now.
Free will is a beautiful thing.
I could get up from my seat, not say a word, and just walk home. I could scream and scream and scream in the middle of class because I have free will.
Though it may feel freeing, it also comes with the side effects of everyone thinking you’re a psychopath and/or dying.
It wouldn’t be very kind of considerate of me if I did that.
So again, I’m sitting here, writing this piece about nothing in particular. You might ask, Sophia, why are you just blabbering about stupid stuff?
Well, because I didn’t want to write this story.
This is the opinion of Sophia Lingley, a senior reporter for the Chief Advocate.
