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It's Not Easy Being Teen

You know what's depressing?

Again, this has to do with thinking one thing, and being told another, and just...well, screwing up your whole sense of this and that and all of the above.

Well, for the longest time, I thought I was a pretty smart girl. I can be clever, witty, snarky, and sometimes even a bit...I don't know...um, an insufferable Know-It-All Spell-checker Grammar Snob?

I've always been proud of that. But then I realized I live in the most culturally unaware, ridiculously protected, and horribly ignorant town in the America. Therefore, in the ranking of the Smarts of Life, I was ranked OUTRAGEOUSLY low. Like, embarassingly ignorant.

Sure, I keep up with current events, and I am somewhat of a nerd. I feel like I know a lot of things for a mere sour-sixteen year old, but it does not even compare. There are GENIUSES out there, all over the place. And I bet they feel a lot better about themselves than I do. You want to know how they started their continuous streaks of success?

By doing their homework.

Which I am stupid, stupid, stupid NOT to do. I'm a board-certified slacker. When things get tough, I don't complete them, and that explains the wreckage that is my grades. I'm failing one course right now, and teetering on failing another. And I'm the girl who thought she was worthy of DUAL ENROLLMENT?!? (AKA college courses taken while in high school in exchange for college credits.)

It's just depressing, because when I was a kid, everything came easy to me. I was a gifted kid, and I put forth minimum effort and still surpassed my peers. All that changed when I got to high school. It's so incredibly competitive--in more ways than one--and...I JUST DON'T LIKE HARD THINGS!

Maybe I should stop typing on this thing and actually do some work. =(

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