Confessions of a Teenage Girl

Devilishly Charming Chai

Most people have trouble going back into the routine of waking up early to go back to school after the holidays. But I've always found that it is actually easy for the first few weeks, then slowly throughout the year it gets harder and harder. Almost like trying to walk out of water in your day clothes, it wears you down. And then you finally finish school for the year you find yourself in a coma like sleep, catching up on the sleep that your body lost throughout the year, like a bear in hibernation. In my psychology class in year eleven I learnt that students (especially females) are chronically sleep deprived (as well as that school should start later than 9am). This year though, I want to be a saint. I'm going to go to bed at reasonable times and wake up when the alarm goes off in the morning. I'm also going to really try do my homework and hand it in on time (don't want to get on my teacher's shit list again).

As usual, I do my makeup after I have a shower and get dressed. This is going to be the best I look during school hours (besides photo day, those days can scar a young woman). My school is only twenty minutes away from home so I usually walk (but on my lazy days, which is almost everyday I catch the bus part way). Sometimes I believe that I can't survive the walk to school without my iPod and working earphones (nothing worse than one earbud working and the other not). During these times I tend to daydream or get lost in my inner rambling. Though sometimes I walk with a friend and I have to at least pretend that I'm paying attention and repel the silence that can come during a walk-and-talk. This usually happens with my friend Bella Montgomery. She migrated from her group to mine after a while because some people in her clique annoyed her (which I find understandable). Bella is really tall and I have to crane my neck to be able to look into her eyes (just to let her know that I'm listening). 

"What subjects do you have this year?" I tune back into our conversation when I hear Bella's high pitch fake sounding but real girly voice and answer while using my fingers to help list my subjects. "If I remember correctly I have English, Literature, Studio Arts, Classical Studies and Psychology." I made sure I got all my favourite subjects this year so I wouldn't have to much trouble paying attention and actually doing my homework. 

When our conversation dies down I go back into my inner ramblings. Relationships are hard work while trying to focus on VCE. Last year I had a boyfriend named Trent McDaine. Everyday of almost every hour he demanded attention, to the point where he would check on me during classes while he was "going to the toilet." He claimed that all the boys in our school were potential love rivals and that they could take me away from him. After five months of being patient and tolerant with Trent's behaviour I had finally had enough and broke up with him in a fancy cafe, payed the bill and left him stranded at table 18 while he looked like a frustrated kicked puppy. I never figured out why he was frustrated though, but now whenever I see him he still looks frustrated. I think the wind changed directions the day we broke up because his face is in a permanent scowl, like an emotional scar that he can't hide from the world. 

While Bella and I are on our way to school we stop by the schools favourite cafe to buy our wake-me-up. Bella's choice of a (sometimes) boring flat white vanilla latte and mine, a devilishly charming spiced chai latte.

This is the start of a good first day of year twelve. Let the stress begin.