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Thursday, March 31, 2016

Should've

Should've chosen visual arts instead of Spanish. Should've chosen standard level biology instead of higher level. Should've studied for exams. Should've tried harder with IAs. Should've written a better personal statement. Should've been less socially awkward. Should've been born with better hair.
Should've. But I didn't. And I have no encouraging phrase to make it better. It just sucks.

Today was the last day of school before the final exams which are in May. And I had my Spanish oral which I guess went just fine. We had a fine party at school and all to celebrate the beginning of the vacation, but I'm just disappointed, because I know I could've done better. My IB predicted grades were 37 out of 45, and I'm going to a University that requires 24 points. I could've done so much better. Then again, I'm going to study film making, not quantum physics.

When going to junior high, I thought I should've tried harder, with both grades and people. I could've been smarter, I could've been more popular. While going to high school, I thought I could've had the best grades from pretty much every subject if I had studied for the exams. Being more popular wasn't such a big deal anymore. Now when high school is about to end, I regret more than ever that I didn't study for the exams. And I don't give a fuck how popular I am. I don't know why I ever cared. I've always been the silent, shy girl, and the popular kids were always mostly bitches. Should've studied harder, should've cared less about irrelevant people. Because what I seem like to strangers couldn't be more misleading, and because I have been blessed with brains that don't need to study barely at all to get good grades.

In addition, I should've stopped eating chocolate ages ago and started actually working out. Should've always drank more water. Or maybe I shouldn't care about appearance.

Now that I'm free until May, I should have more time to prevent all the "should'ves" that might occur after final exams. Maybe that could be an encouraging thought: Next summer, I don't need to say "should've". Because regretting things that you can't change anymore was invented in the deepest hell.

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