Middle School Reflection

I decided to sit down at the intersection of Washington St. and State St. I used to practice riding my bike up and down the curbs here because they are low. They always seem to be repaving this section of the road. One time it was because of a blown water main. Then last year they decided it would be more aesthetically pleasing to move all the telephone wires underground. It is a major artery in this town. Everyone comes to Maddies and the Landing.

Today, I got a C+ on my Algebra final. I understand it all, but who memorizes things like, for every Y there can be only one X? Is it for every X there is only one Y? Who cares? Is this really preparing me for the real world? My parents will probably ground me, but, as long as I apologize and go ask the teacher what I can do to make up for my lousy grade, they will probably still let me go to my friend's birthday party this weekend. I mean I got straight A's or A+'s in the class before that final exam. I am not trying to say that I am a hotshot or anything, it's just a fact.

However, this is the worst grade I have ever gotten. It kind of sucks. Whatever, my friends and I beat Golden Eye this week. That is an accomplishment I think I will always remember. It sticks out like the time I beat Super Mario Bros 3 for the first time. Being completely honest, I had a little help from Nintendo Power, but it is not like I used Game Genie. My friend Ted always uses Game Genie, but I don't cheat.

I really don't get any satisfaction from grades. If anything I feel a little guilty about cruising through the same classes that all my friends find difficult. I just want to fit in. My parents, would be disappointed though. My mom has this uncanny ability to say "whatever" at just the right pitch to make you want to consider jumping out the window. I have thought about it before. My sister would not care, but my parents would. They would feel guilty thinking it was all their fault. I suppose at the time that is the whole point. To make them feel like shit. I want to try to make them feel the way that I feel. At the time. I would never do that though. I probably wouldn't even die, I would just break my leg and not be able to play soccer for a month.

That won't change much though. My club coach hates me. I don't know why he doesn't play me. I drive way the hell out to Topsfield or wherever, and then I sit on the bench for most of the game. It is really starting to piss me off. It's probably because I am short. Everybody else on the team is bigger than me. What an asshole. I start for my town team and I play against all these guys. They are not better than me. Whatever, I am not going to play for him next year. I may concentrate more on fencing this year anyway. That will certainly make my mother happy. I know her too well. As long as I start with my tail between my legs, and I end with an optimistic plan for the future, she will forgive me by the end of dinner. I hope my grandfather is making meatloaf for dinner.