It's Already Been a Month

Back to school

Isn't back to school anymore

But it feels like it is.

It started a month ago

A month and one week ago

And still it feels like the first day.

I came from sixth grade. 

I didn't expect

The crushing workload

The annoying classmates I'm not used to

The MATH

The observations

The assignments

And the due dates.

I expected

An easy start

An understanding start.

I mean

I knew I'd have to do work eventually

But our school says it's a "no-homework school"

And I have a lot of homework

That the teachers call

"Take-home assignments"

Like that makes any difference.

So I'm stuck drowning in work I feel like I should be able to do but can't

(I think I still have summer brain)

And school sports

Which are annoying

And drama

That I don't care about

But am expected to care about

Because what kind of middle school girl doesn't care about Natasha's new lipstick?

Me

Me

Me.

So I try to stay out of it

But if I do

Then they try to drag me in

When I'm so tired 

I can barely greet my friends in the morning

And then when I go home

After my soccer practice

I have to practice flute

And do my "non-homework"

And sleep

But then

My alarm goes off

And again

I have another day

And there is barely any time

For reading

Or writing

Or yo-yoing

Or having people over

So on the weekends

I try to sleep in

And it never works

Because my body

Is used to waking up

At 5:30

A.M.

It's already been a month

And yet

I'm ready for the school year to be over.