This is the End

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Oh Lordy, after 23 posts (including this one), the end of the school year is already upon us, and with it comes this assignment. In case you didn't already know, this blog is a year-long assignment given to me in Honors English. Like this blog being an assignment, my last post of the year is also an assignment. What is that assignment you may ask? Well, I gotta answer the question "How have you changed this year?" As much as I hate talking about myself (sarcasm implied), I kinda have to, so let us begin.

I always wanted to start a blog, but I was kinda too lazy to actually make one. To be honest, I'm glad that I was forced to start a blog, it was the push I needed to actually begin blogging, and I do plan on actually continuing my blog after the school year ends (WARNING: my plans may not go as intended). Since I always wanted to make a blog, "Life as I Know it" was the name I was set on, and when my teacher told my class that our blog needed a "theme" I did the correct thing, and made sure my blog had barely any theme involved. I found a theme to be restraining, I've written 23 posts, and I can't imagine writing about the same thing every time. I guess you could say my blog's theme is "life," but I kinda dodged a bullet (sorry Mr. Parker).

Courtesy of... well... me.

I remember the beginning of the year, my first post was actually how I originally wanted this blog to be, a blog that gave life advice, and was pretty serious. My first post was about firsts, and how we should take risks in life, pretty dumb, if you ask me (and any of my classmates who gave me crap about it). My second post? Even dumber, it was about optimism and how "the glass is always full," ironic seeing how much of an optimist I am now. I think that's when I decided to become more of a comedic blog, seeing that my next post was about the godly gift of Netflix.

So, I guess that's how my blog has changed, but me? Well I don't really know, my posts show that I was a lot more serious at the beginning of the year, and as it went on, I started to relax more (in terms of attitude). I think that throughout the year I have become more and more stressed, I mean, nine of my posts are somewhat related to school. I also think I've become a little bit more of a sociopath as the year has gone on, I mean, I've tried to write several posts about the worthlessness of the problems of my fellow peers and have succeeded in writing two. Overall, I think that I've definitely matured, but (if you haven't noticed) I've also become sassier. I have masted the art of procrastination, I've learned how to complain more, but I've also learned how to appreciate things in life more. My God this sound just like how my brother likes his pizza, cheesy... I am so sorry for that last joke.

At the end of the day, thanks to anybody out there willing to actually read my blog. I'm still not sure if it's enjoyable or not, but thanks for sticking around, or even just reading one post, I leave you with my favorite gif until next time.

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Mothers

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Guess what today is? Yep, it's Mother's Day, the one day of the year where we actual take time out of day to appreciate what our mothers have done for us. If you think about it, it's kinda pathetic. Awfully blunt if I do say so myself, but to be honest, our mothers spend eighteen years and nine months of their lives taking care of us, and they only get one day? Like, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday (after Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says WTF).  That's only 18 days that they are celebrated until we go off to college, and that's counting the years where we don't even know what a day is.

Now, I'm not saying that none of us appreciate our mothers, but do we really show it? God knows I love and appreciate my mother, but to be honest, I'm kinda an arse to her most of the time. Maybe not all the time, but I barely take time to appreciate her chauffeuring me around everywhere, our making me food, or not slapping me when I don't wake up... like, ever. I think that everyday should be Mother's Day, well... maybe not everyday, because then when is there time for somebody as perfect as me?

My mom has done a great job (so far, let's hope she doesn't screw anything up) and I'm living proof of that. My brother and I, we're some pretty kickass guys, ask anybody (answers may vary). I mean, I'm pretty great, it takes a lot of work to raise a kid as great as I am. She raised a kid who is smart, athletic, handsome, and he's not at all narcissistic. Thank the Lord that she let me crash in her womb for nine months, that place was hecka' cool.

As my Instagram feed floods with people wishing their mom's a happy Mother's Day, I have to wonder, what will happen tomorrow? Will everyone wake up and see their own mother with this newfound appreciation? To be honest, I don't believe that I or anybody else will go back to treating their mothers like they have today, we'll all go back to being the unappreciative arses that haunt or mother's live until this day comes around again. Kinda sad, isn't it? As cheesy as this sound, it's true, we all really do need to appreciate our mother's, everyday.

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So, I have a preposition. Everyday, give your mom a call, or a text, or a hug, and thank her for one thing, anything at all. As dumb as this sound, I believe that our mothers deserve it. No discrimination either, give your dad a call, or a hug, or a text, and thank him too. After all, our parents are the reason that we are alive, literally. All of this goes for fathers too, but that's a post for another day.

Sorry about the seriousness of this post, I know it's not my kinda style (other than my first two posts), but I feel that this all needs to be said. Another post will be up later today, so subscribe... I guess?

Just Do It... Later (Sponsored by Nike)

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As I may have mentioned, but am much to lazy to go check if I actually have, my motivation for school is in the negatives. Yes, in fact, your eyes are reading correctly, I have generated negative motivation. I literally (and I do mean literally in a literal way) have motivation to not do my homework or study for that one final. A friend of mine, and fellow blogger Charlemagne, told me that he needs to learn to live by one quote, "If you say, 'I'll do it in the morning,' you've already lost." I, like him, desperately need to learn the same.

I remember when I would willingly stay up 'till midnight just to finish that last assignment, granted back then I had to wake up at 7:30 rather than 6:00. Now, I kinda sit there at 10 p.m. and I'm thinking,"I can wake up in the morning, I know I never have before, but this time will be different." So there I am, set my alarm for 5 a.m., and I crash. This is where the outcome become split. Option A: I hit that 1 in infinity chance of actually waking up and dazing my way through the assignment. Option B: I sleep through my alarm, it automatically shut off (not sure why it does that), my mum finds me passed out on my bed, yells at me, I chase bus without pants, realize I don't have pants, come home, grab pants, chase after bus while putting said pants on, die of exhaustion... the end. Option 3: I subconsciously turn off my alarm resulting in Option B. Finally, Option IV: I subconsciously postpone my alarm in 5-10 minute increments until I actually have to wake up (did you notice my changing of numbering on my options?).

"I can finish it in the morning, I'm like, halfway done."
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Now, I've reached the point where the quote I'm living by is "Due tomorrow, do tomorrow, due in class, do in class." *Sweet guitar riff plays in background. Hahahaha, no, it's terrible. I used to procrastinate pretty bad, but it was just doing my homework a night before it was due, and I'd be crashing by 10. Now, I am sad to say, I'm sitting in class wondering how to do my homework that is due at the end of class because I didn't pay attention last class because I was wondering how to do my homework that was due at the end of class because... and so on. It's a viscous cycle that I can't escape.

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I'm not the only one either, if I look around, my peers are the same way, we really should get it together. I mean, while I'm sitting panicking about not knowing how to finish my math homework, there are at least eight other kids doing the same thing, and one's about to pass out. I need to create a good work ethic for when I'm out in the real world and now is the time to make one. Man that sounded like Mom advise... well, to be honest, I and my peers really should. Personally, I think that I just gotta do it... next year right?

Dawn of the Final Month

Low quality picture courtesy of Dump A Day

Finally, after dragging my near soulless body through endless hours of assignments, tests, homework, quizzes, and notes,  summer is almost here. HALLELUJAH! Thank the lord! We are simply a single month away from break and I couldn't be happier, because my motivation as dropped to an all time low. Some of us may leave on vacation, but simply not having to  go to school is a blessing from above.

Now, obviously a month sounds like a lot right now, and a lot as in a lot, I mean a hella long ways away, but if you think about it, AP and SAGE/CORE/whatever standardized test we are forced to take, are either happening now, or soon, and after that it's all just going through the motion.

Seriously though, I have had negative infinite motivation to do anything for school. For example... this post was originally written for Spring Break a day before we were released. Yep, that's how lazy I've become, and I feel like that's how everybody else is too. What I mean is it's the time of the year where we have been beaten down to to the point in which most of us have been broken by school, myself included. It has come to the time when everybody starts to hate each other, kinda like how I am throughout the whole year (no offense).


All we gotta do is use the last of our energy to fling our soulless bodies through the hours of studying and weeks of testing and bam... freedom. Damn, now that I've typed it down, that sounds excruciating, welp, welcome to the life of a student am I right? *silently sobs* All I have is an AP test, a Math test, a standardized Math test, an English final, three AP Human Geography finals, a Biology Final, a Biology standardized test, and a an English standardized test, YES.

Even lower quality comic courtesy of Pleated Jeans

In all honesty, school has broken me, after waking up at six every week day only to spend half my day sobbing in a building stuffed with students just like me, and to come home to spend the other half of my day slaying away at homework has broken me. Surprised? I'm not. Now I get to do all of that and get to worry about tests and my final grade.

Let me talk about Summer. Summer is a time in which we students aren't tempted to knock ourselves out every other second of the day, and I can't wait for that moment. Summer is a time where I get to spend most of my time sleeping, even when I'm awake, I can just be like, "Hey, imma take a nap, cool cool." A time where I don't have to squint all day because my lack of sleep and lack of having my eyes closed doesn't make my eyes burn throughout the day. Summer is paradise, and right now, us students are just about to wash ashore after drowning in the endless ocean of our own sweat and tears caused by school.

Until then, just try to survive.