You would think that since school is out, I would be happy, wouldn't you? Wrong. I am not. All I have to do this summer is work. And I'm not really getting paid for it either. And, I have to sleep outside, due to the fact that I have not exactly had a great semester. I got a bad grade in Chemistry. Bad enough that I won't tell you what it is. Suffice it to say, my father thinks it is bad enough to have to sleep outside. I must say that this will be a rather eventful summer, and I can say for certain that I cannot wait until school starts. I am in fact, going to be a senior next year, so for all of you who read this, don't be surprised. I turn 17 soon, so it isn't much of a surprise to me. Anywho, I don't have much to look foreward to this summer, but my senior year should be eventful. I might even share a class with my brother... :) Of course, he doesn't like the idea, but he could get lucky and we could have the class at two different times in the year. I don't know why he doesn't want to be in Journalism with me. It's not like I am going to go around telling everyone his deepest darkest secrets. (Which, by the way, if you want to know them, I can set up a meeting, and we can discuss the terms...) :) I should be more worried than him. The Journalism teacher already knows my brother, so he might expect me to be like my brother. One thing you need to know, if you don't already, is that my brother and I might look similar, but we are distinctly different. My brother is the exactly opposite of me in body. Whereas I am a little shorter than him, he is now a little taller than me. He is skin and bones with a fair amount of muscle, and I am chubby, also with a fair amount of muscle, though it doesn't look like it. He looks better than I do, and you can tell very easily. It is this simple: wherever he goes, the girls almost literally follow him. I have seen so many girls stare at him, and I can only imagine what is going through their heads. Most likely things about him being cute, or how he is really funny and nice. All of which are true, and it pains me to say that I must accept this as a fact of life. That is not to say that we don't share the same traits. Besides physical looks, he and I are the same when it comes to our personalities and our ways of interacting with others. We both adopt the same tactics, though he is more foreward and hot-headed, whereas I am more subtle and quiet. I speak of him as my opposite, and that isn't far from the truth. If you were to see us both, you would find that to be very true. But, in all fairness, there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. If something were to happen to him, I would be beside myself with guilt and worry. That would shortly be followed by a sound beating and chastening of the person who dared to mess with my little bro. Nobody does anything to my little bro without my permission, and as he can tell you, I don't give permission lightly. Oh well, enough about that. Surely, you noticed the difference between this posts and my earlier posts. I am in a rather contemplative mood.
Steer clear of avalanches,
ZW
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