Thoughts of a mild child: -#1- ALL ABOUT TUESDAYS…
By: Cadence Chrysanthemum Jane
Tags: School Life, High School, Teens And Social Media, Tuesday, Childhood

Thoughts of a mild child: -#1- ALL ABOUT TUESDAYS…

I have a math test tomorrow and I am obviously not excited, actually I have all of my least favorite classes tomorrow(technically today by now). I think it’s such an unfortunate coincidence that I can have all the best classes in one day and have to go through chaos the next day because they are all the worst classes. One lucky thing about the “chaos” days is that they are shorter days with only three classes while other days I have four classes and the fact that “chaos” days are always on Tuesdays and Fridays, so that I have Wednesdays and weekends to look forward to. To be honest Tuesdays have always been my least favorite days even without this schedule and I do not find myself to be a superstitious person but Tuesdays just do not seem to like me. A few things that added up to my statement, that I do not get along well with Tuesdays, is that in freshman year when we had marching band practices we would have multiple instructors. In the marching band we have maybe six-ish instructors and we would switch and work with different instructors each week (of course for the band we only use maybe three of the instructors because the other instructors specialize in guard and percussion). On Tuesday practices however we had this particular instructor that is, let’s just say not my favorite because he is scarier and stricter (but then again everyone is seen like that as a freshman). But this particular instructor would ALWAYS call on me. A more specific memory was when we were doing a new blocking exercise and all the people that this instructor put in the block so far were all former members who were experienced and he needed one more person in this block. Guess who he picks, and yes there were plenty more sophomores, juniors, and seniors. But yes as you guessed he picked me. It was simply the most terrifying experience in my life and I was blessed that I did not fall on my face while doing that marching exercise. To add onto my hatred of Tuesdays is that in these practices not only would I get called on the most for who knows what reason (maybe because the instructor liked the color blue on my shirt? I still do not know why to this day) but he would always pick on the clarinet section and yell at us the most. I think I can speak for my whole section that we did not enjoy it but at least we had some critiques, after all all of his marching bands that he instructed were always successful. Also this specific instructor had some very strange rules, he was very particular with where our eyes were when we were sitting down listening to his lectures. I remember having to wear a bunch of sunscreen facing the sun and him constantly nagging at all of us to stare up at him, as you can imagine that is difficult with the heat and sun in our eyes, personally I felt like the more I tried to stare up at him the more my eyes were about to shut close and black out. That was all for those Tuesday practices not my favorite memories from freshman year/ marching band but it definitely helped me grow and learn which I am grateful for. I just find it funny that Tuesday is still my least favorite day to this day, a year later on online school. If we were in physical school at this very moment I would have quite the “perfectly balanced” schedule. I would have a favorite class then my not so favorite class and switch on and off until the end of the day. But in online school I have to deal with hours of math, spanish, and whap all in one day, which is only three classes but it feels like decades when they are not your favorite subjects. So yes that is why I hate tuesdays but the only thing that helps me tolerate tuesday is because wednesday comes next.

Another topic, but I am very curious if I would survive sophomore year if we were in physical school because as far as I can tell I can barely hold onto seven classes with some spare time for normal life. While in contrast last year I was able to do my six classes, achieve all As and have time for life as well as multiple different clubs and extracurriculars. Sometimes I just wonder if I lost some sort of magical powers or my guardian angel just decided to walk away for a year long vacation to Venice Italy or something. It seems as if my luck potion ran out after June and from July till now there has just been a long river of failed attempts. I may not have failing grades but compared to last year, 2020 grades are the downgrade. I will admit I was lazy in September but I eventually started to pick up the pace in October. At first it looked like things were going well, but oh no no no I can work for months with all 100s in every assignment and I mess up one assignment and then my grade went to a B and I do not know why I even signed up for an ap class, one of the worst decisions ever because I have learned nothing important except for the fact that I can write gibberish very very fast. It feels like the climb of a steep hill of assignments and you are climbing which is good, but it feels like every good assignment bumps you up by 0.01cm while when you get one bad assignment you roll back down the hill by a mile and it takes a million years to get back where you started. Furthermore I wonder why humans create all this torture for ourselves and why create a system of misery that drains the youth out of the young and other times I just turn and look to my dog and wish I could be him for just a few days to walk away from this chaotic complicated human life. But then I remember that being educated is important and the only reason I can enjoy the things I enjoy is because someone else had to put in the dirty work of learning and studying to create it. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy books if the author did not decide to go through the process of studying literature and english, I wouldn’t even be able to read a book if some teacher didn’t decide to go to college to get their degree to be able to teach me, and the list goes on but a lot of the time when I am not looking at the big picture, school is just a daily cycle of misery for me and all of my friends. My mom tells me to stop finding the “why” to everything because she thinks that habit will eventually drive me crazy and maybe she is right and I should just look at things simply instead of in depth and scrutinizing every event. But when I do look at the big picture everything feels pointless, I mean think about it we are all living on a floating rock, nearly the size of a speck of dust compared to the universe but yet us- the speck of dust, contains so much misery and for what reason. This brings us back to over analyzing everything and how we should be grateful for the systems we have developed today that make everyday life convenient. After writing this I think I have come to my conclusion to not think about anything anymore and “just do it” after all if I keep questioning why I have to use the formula sin (3π/2 — A) = — cos A & cos (3π/2 — A) = — sin A on problem number 53 I would have just wasted more valuable time.