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Im working on it


Why is school so hard? I used to think everything was so easy Then high school came along Everything changed My friends My teachers My classes And worse of all My grades Now my mom is telling me I wont get in to college Doubt is taking over me Why cant I be as smart as everyone? I try just as hard The only problem is its hard The worse part is trying to apply to college and not having enough money I work a fourty hour work week Every week Right after school I go to work everyday I dont have a normal life My friends ask to hangout and I cant I love my friends but they dont understand Im working my butt off to try to pay for college because my parents cant Their trying to help out but its mostly on me No one understands how tired I am And how hard Im working Colleges dont care Its sometimes my grades that suffer Then I dont have to work as hard because I wont get in to college Like my mom tells me I'm trying to get out of this vicious ring of hard work Senior year in high school and still struggling I have to pay bills I want to have nice things but cant afford them because its more important to save for college I go to a rich school Where kids make fun of me for getting clothes at the thrift store They ask why dont you have uggs? Everyone has uggs? I tell them I cant afford them They tell me to ask my parents for the money I tell them my parents cant afford them either They say why not? I tell them my parents dont have jobs like the rest of yours do They ask if im poor I tell them no I just say im working on it They ask why I cant hang out I tell them i'm working They ask if i've applied to college yet I tell them i'm working on it I need this scholarship to help pay for my college expenses so I can get the right education And start as either a kindergarten teacher, a special education teacher, or a photographer So I can make my mom happy and start taking care of my parents like they have had to take care of me and my brother and sister their whole lives Lets just say I'm working on it.
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