The gloomy clouds hang so low I can almost touch them as I stumble out of my house and run to class — late again. Sitting down, I tie my shoelaces and try to rub the sleep from my eyes, only to be met by yet another quiz I forgot to study for. I hurry through the rest of the day, lost in the fog of sleep-deprivation paired with the almost-flu which makes its rounds each spring.
Even worse than school is the mountain of work waiting for me at home, piling higher with each passing day of this dreadful month that offers only one day off for students.
While March marks the start of spring, for me it marks the worst time of the year, where the overcast weather leaves my shoes perpetually soaked and the constant torrent of work allows little time to rest.
From daily tests to weekend debate tournaments, every waking moment — and those where I’m meant to be asleep — are filled trying to keep up with my endless to-do list.
Each day that passes drops my grades one point lower — not even an AP curve can save me now.
