I remember when I was little, I looked forwards to Sunday nights; weird, right?
All my favorite Nickelodeon shows were on Sunday nights, specifically I remember Unfabulous with Emma Roberts. I admired her character so much I began writing my own songs like she did (looking back on it it’s hella embarrassing.)
I would get my clothes ready for the week, trying to pick the cutest outfits so I could impress the “popular” girls.
I would get to see my friends again! I was too young to really see my friends every weekend, so I looked forward to Monday’s so we could be reunited.
I loved my teachers! I was definitely a teacher’s pet. (Sorry notttt sorry.)
I loved school then; I really enjoyed it. I liked my friends, my teachers, and learning.
I looked forward to going to my elementary school every day.
Now, I pretty much live at school. I did a complete 180 on my feelings towards school.. I hate it. I have some good friends whom I love, but sometimes I feel like my interests are too eclectic and varied. Sunday nights, I don’t have Unfabulous or any show really to watch anymore. I don’t pick out my clothes for the weekend anymore because who do I have to impress? All that sits in my head on Sunday nights is the frantic schedule ahead of me: classes, work, tests, homework, studying… rinse and repeat.
College is hectic, college keeps you busy, college raises your stress level. No wonder everyone hates it.
When did we learn to hate school?
I miss the way Sunday night’s used to feel back in the day.
I wanna be excited about school again.