Stupid Projects.
You know what I hate? Stupid school projects. For instance: by Tuesday, I have to cover a shoebox in various pictures and drawings in order to define who I am as a person.
What. The. Hell.
I’m supposed to decorate the outside of the box to show how people think I am? That’s a bit general, don’t you think? I’m sure that everybody thinks I’m someone different. If you ask twenty different people “Who is Bryant Powell?” you will get twenty different answers, and this is true for everybody who was assigned this innane and ridiculous assignment.
You want me to put who I really am on the inside of the box? Well, you know, I would, but I don’t exactly KNOW who I am. I know who I THINK I am, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m fifteen years old, Ms. English Teacher. I’m still going through that whole “Journey-of-Self-Discovery” phase, and you ask me to define my existance via shoebox.
Wow.
P.S: I don’t have a shoebox.
