Anticipating

I don't know what this is

whether it's summer really sinking in

or if it's something else

something more

something worse.

I don't want to turn into this

a puddle of negative feelings and boredom.

I anticipate August

or September

or whenever school starts back up again

but I don't like this in-between

stuck with boredom and anticipation

any better than I like school.

I guess I'm pessimistic right now

it depends on my mood

but you probably don't care about that.

School

there's always at least ten things to hate about school.

Wasting our shriveled up corpse of a budget on TVs in the hallway

only used once after they were purchased.

My classmates

who care more about their personal appearance than their dignity.

The middle school principal

who can't bother to be nice to the LGBTQIA+ kids who are being relentlessly bullied

not even to save his life.

The "Planning Room"

our equivalent of the principal's office or something

(as I said earlier, our principal is no help with anything at all)

as they tell me

for the fifth time

that if only they had a magic wand

everything could be so much better.

Well, magic doesn't exist, so do your freaking job!

I could go on

and on

and on

but I don't want to relive the past 8 years at my K-8 school.

Maybe this in-between isn't so bad after all

maybe if I list all of the cons about being at school

I'll feel better about being here

and maybe I'll stop anticipating the inevitable...

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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