Life in a day of Teenager
Monday through Friday, I get up at the last, possible minute- of course, rushes to get dressed and grab the few books I did bring home and run like superwoman to catch our service. Riding on the van, I say my prayers, thanking God for another chance of living. Then, I’m at school for the day. If ever I reach school early, I go make conversations with my friends. Then, the bell rings, time for assembly! Our classes start at 7:20am and ends at 5:15pm if we have double periods.
Fast-forward to 5:15p.m... when I’m on the van riding home (sometimes- oftentimes- I catch a ride home with my parents). Then, it's my turn! As I fly through the house, I rush to the bedroom to change. Then, I turn the corner to the kitchen to find something to eat. I first see the fridge and go high-jumping for the cabinet door.
I’ll go back to my room with my homework with me. When I finished my notes, this is usually when I give my "lovely" call. "Mom, Can you make (whatever food happens to sound tasty to a moody teen at the moment)? But of course I have to help in preparing the food. I will be left alone in the kitchen while my family is watching news programs.
On our mealtime, we talk about what happened in school and other silly stories that my siblings will share. We also have lovely father-mother-daughter conversations. Does it count as a conversation when they yelling and I’m listening and I have no choice but to, exhaustedly, listen? But, I enjoy those times we have together.
I suppose, the last thing that happens in my "productive" day, is... as I lie on my bed, remote control safely close with me. But they only allow me to watch until 8:30pm and I eventually fall asleep usually with the music turned on. To be honest, I typically forgot to pray.
Fast-forward to 5:15p.m... when I’m on the van riding home (sometimes- oftentimes- I catch a ride home with my parents). Then, it's my turn! As I fly through the house, I rush to the bedroom to change. Then, I turn the corner to the kitchen to find something to eat. I first see the fridge and go high-jumping for the cabinet door.
I’ll go back to my room with my homework with me. When I finished my notes, this is usually when I give my "lovely" call. "Mom, Can you make (whatever food happens to sound tasty to a moody teen at the moment)? But of course I have to help in preparing the food. I will be left alone in the kitchen while my family is watching news programs.
On our mealtime, we talk about what happened in school and other silly stories that my siblings will share. We also have lovely father-mother-daughter conversations. Does it count as a conversation when they yelling and I’m listening and I have no choice but to, exhaustedly, listen? But, I enjoy those times we have together.
I suppose, the last thing that happens in my "productive" day, is... as I lie on my bed, remote control safely close with me. But they only allow me to watch until 8:30pm and I eventually fall asleep usually with the music turned on. To be honest, I typically forgot to pray.