The Nightmare Week
*stares at the cover image*
Ahhhahahahahaa, suuuuuure. School students may be children but they don't have that luxury.
It was a Friday (I suppose) after a frantic week (or two? It's all a blur) in the 11th grade, when I wrote the poem posted below. Eleventh grade was a year of overload in general, but I think it's the week when I had to give a speech in English (by heart), prepare for a few tests, give two presentations, one of which was in biology, the other, Russian (which I failed to learn by heart and had to present next day), then go through the heap of handouts our English teacher had given us for the weekly home-reading class, plus I had to organize a vocabulary-learning activity for that class. Maybe it doesn't sound that much, but it really was A LOT. And I'm no crybaby, nor am I a sloth, so if I say it's a lot, then it really is a lot.
