Confession: How Taking AP English Made Me Fat
I used to be normal. I used to be happy. I used to sleep at regular bedtimes, eat appropriate amounts of food, and, even with homework, I occasionally went out with friends on the weekends.
Then I took up AP English.
Now I stay up late because I’m doing homework all the time. My melatonin levels are messed up, and my circadian rhythm is nonexistent. My Vitamin D levels must be negative because I never go outside anymore, and that means I’m not happy.
The amount of work I have is directly proportional to how much I procrastinate. And then I’m tired all the time from writing until the wee hours of the morning. And since I stay up later, I also eat more often to stay awake. I don’t have time to exercise because, surprise surprise, I work all the time, thus making me fat.
Oh, and analysis of tragic heroes makes me cognizant of my own faults, and now I also have poor self esteem.
And my teacher stole my dignity. Sometimes my teacher says ‘Good job!” and I’m ecstatic for the rest of the day. Other times I get a ‘ding! Thanks for playing. Moving on.’ It’s like dangling the carrot in front of a starved, hysterical rabbit, letting it nibble happily for a while, and then snatching it away. And then laughing at its stupidity.
What have I done to myself?
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