The Stressful Life of a Teenager

Aware, that the adult life of coming home at 9pm and going to work at 6 in the morning, with bossy bosses, annoying coworkers and all the misfortunes and mishaps throughout the day, is nothing to envy. In fact I am sure many adults wish to be teenagers again, for whatever reason, maybe they wish they had a little more fun, others wishing they focused more on their education, regretting decisions they made, regretting not making a decision, reasons vary but nevertheless many adults wouldn't give up the change to be 17 again. If you happen to be one of the millions of people who wish to be younger again, may i suggest that perhaps you are forgetting the oh so hardships of a teenager. This is how a typical day in my life goes about, I have followed same  exciting routine for 8 years now. I wake up at 7, go to school, friends are stupid and I tend to be an introvert, I really do prefer to work alone. I am quiet in all my classes, trying my best to pay attention to the math problems being put up on bored, arrows leading from topics to subtopics, rushing to copy down the aim, because the teacher suddenly decides to walk around the class and reveal every poor soul that has forgotten to copy it down, scared to go to the next class in fear of a pop quiz, or perhaps it's that time of the moth and the Spanish teacher is madder than usual. And we all have that kid in the class that has the nerves to speak anyways and end up getting the whole class in trouble and the whole time he is delusional thinking he is funny. However in reality he's just aggravating the heck out of everybody and every time he calls out you just want to stuff your socks so  far down his throat, obstructing his voice box so he is forever silent. Then you get out of a class and go to the next class and rush to find a pencil and a notebook, only to realize you forgotten your pencil on the last class. Then you charmingly ask everyone in the whole class for a pencil or a pen and you realize that today for some strange reason everyone in the class decided to bring 1 writing utensil to school. However thank god, that girl that always has a pencil-case filled with pencils, is nice enough to give you one, but you asked her for a pencil yesterday and the day before and you decide that you are never going to ask her for a pencil again, but you and just as well as I do, that tomorrow you will come to her again, huffing and puffing and politely asking her for a pencil. Then in time it becomes a routine and you just give her this look and she knows to go in her book bag, take out a pencil and chuck it at you. However with all the classes you are lucky enough to have some free periods,  during lunch you sit in the library or maybe you go outside, the whole time hoping not to run into that person that you think hates you, or maybe someone you were friends with but your best friend hates him and now you are not obligated to talk to him. The food is always the same, soggy friends, burger (which they say is beef but it tastes like how dog food smells); stale, wet peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, it's just not a good experience. However lunch is 40 minutes and that's just enough time for you to copy 3 hws and or maybe make up 1 of your own that was in fact due last week. Then it's back to your classes and then finally you get to get out and go home. You have to realize this covers just the school part of my life and perhaps my average teenager life can be correlated with many other teenage lives, hence making my life very average. If not the whole thing, all teenagers had  dealt with some of these basic problems, that one annoying kid in the class, that for the sake of god will not stop talking; mean, hardheaded teachers who gave you SGI, but forgot to tell you and now you have detention. That test that you had in Spanish and apparently it was announced last week, but you are in your seat crying because you just found out. That math homework that's due today and you didn't write it down because you thought you would remember it, but turns out you didn't. These are all problems that teenagers have to go through ever single day, sure its not bad at first but after 8 months of it, you began to hate the world and everything in it.  So again, all those who wish to be 16 again, trust me, you don't. And if you really do then you haven't lived your life to the fullest, and now you are there with regret. But soon you will be 60 hoping you were 30 again and you are definitely able to prevent that. With a little bit of time, determination, devotion and bravery you can still very well accomplish anything you want.