It's nearly four months into my sophomore year of high school and marching season is over, with the winterguard audition workshop in less than a week. But that's one of the very few things to be happy about this year.

If anyone has read the last few poems (if they can be called that) I've submitted, you probably have noticed they've been quite emo and always about a boy. I'm not going into detail, what I've written gives readers enough of the story. But I always wanted to be the one who didn't write lots of crap about boy drama, but my emotions forced me to conform. Obviously, things ended not-so-great and a little awkwardly. Unexpected sucky event numero uno.

CHEMISTRY PRE-IB IS HARD. I was originally really looking forward to chem, because I'd done some stuff with it in 8th grade and really enjoyed it. Not so much this year. I'm barely scraping up a B in that class. Unexpected sucky event #2.

Second-to-last marching rehearsal: I'm tossing 6s, I nail 'em. My hand goes numb. Great. 2 minutes later, extreme pain. Next day I'm at the doctor being told I probably broke a metacarpal. Day after that I'm getting X-rays, luckily, nothing is broken. Doc comes to the conclusion that my tendons are severely bruised. That weekend I spin at the competition and make it hurt worse. This weekend I'll do the same. And then there will be winter season auditions. PLUS I can't write. So I'm falling behind in school work, not spinning in my every spare second, and it's really just a bad spot for me. Unexpected REALLY sucky event number 3.

So basically, I'm a bit of an emotional wreck with a crippled hand. No one told me sophomore year was gonna be so suckish. Except guard. It'll always be awesome.
But really, a warning would've been nice.