Weekly Review of 2/15/15 - 2/21/15

Before I continue I'd like to explain what happened with me and homework. I've always been a kid. I think I still am a kid, or at least I want to be. And I always want to stay a kid. A child's mind is the most creative and honest thing out there. But I think I'm growing up. And maybe that's why the last couple years of my life have been getting worse and worse academically, thus affecting the rest of my life. Or maybe it's the massive amount of tv shows I've watched that have turned my head to mush. Or maybe I'm just really dumb and I've just found that out today. Not quite sure. So until seventh grade 2nd semester, I had it all going for me. And by that I mean I wasn't a screw up. I was awesome. But then I started to not do homework. Only occasionally though. Seventh grade was just the start of it all. In the summer I made sure I got my life together. And the first ten weeks of eighth grade was awesome. But then my shitty self started rolling in. I once again began to not do homework or wait till the last second. Basically what would happen was, I'd get home, unwind a bit, get back in the homework mood, but then just drift. Think endlessly. Wonder. All the while, just sitting there staring at a wall. And sometimes I was able to snap out of it, but not enough. Over the next ten weeks it just got worse. I began to just sit there accomplishing close to nothing. By the end of the year the stress of my first C, a couple B's and fighting to get myself to work at all made me cry for no reason when I got home about once a week. When the summer came I was so relieved I indulged myself in tv and days of doing nothing. I tried to gear myself up for the coming year. But ninth got me about five weeks of success academically. Then I fell into my pattern and I've been there ever since. That's why I had to find my drive. And I think I have. I figured since nothing else worked to motivate me, I'd have to take the common option. College. The future. But then I realized I didn't know what I want to do in college. Or for the rest of my life. For the longest time I wanted to be an astrophysicist but that seems to limited. I love tv, I love stories and I love to write. I want to write. But not when I get to college. I went to write now. I won't be young forever. So write now. Screw college. So that's what I'm embarking on now. It's pretty fun.I've developed quite a few ideas to write about. I imagine writing a book a great book. And everyone I know likes it. Sees me differently. But I don't really care about that. No, my dream, my ultimate goal, is to write a book, a god to honest great book and to just be walking along, or in a store or at school or something and for someone to tap me on the shoulder and recognize me for my book and compliment me. That's my goal. That's my drive.