I
don't know what the best thing I've ever done is and I'm not sure
what the worst thing I've ever done was. I feel bad for teasing
Thomas when he was little and am regretting not being nicer to him
now, but I don't have one specific huge regret.
I
worry about my intelligence. Not really, but sort of. A little. I
don't care enough to do anything about it, so I guess I don't care. I
care enough to worry, but not do anything. I don't really care about
my grades, so I very rarely study and I'm usually surprised when I
walk into class and it's set up for a test. I am happy when I get a
good grade, and a little sad when I get a bad grade, but I just get
what I get. I compare myself to my brother, Thomas, a lot, which my
parents always protest about how horrible it is to be comparing
myself to him. Because I'm in MathCounts, I'm constantly comparing
what I got to the leading student, this obnoxious sixth grader, my
annoying brother. It doesn't help that he gloats that he got all of
them right, again, or got the
most out of anyone.
I
worry about my family and friends. I
worry for their well-being and how they're doing, especially when my
friends tell me that they're fine when they've shown signs of someone
who's not okay. I also worry about if I've hurt my friend's feelings
or if I've done something wrong. I worry about the large and lurking
future and what is hiding in it's foggy mists.
I
am the happiest when I'm surrounded by my extended family, usually
around holidays. There's such a warm happy feeling when we're all
together. My little cousins running around, my aunts and uncles
laughing and talking together, a general fun-filled place. I love
waking up from a nap and knowing that I can go out of my room and
play with my adorable little cousins or go help someone fix up a
snack they're making, or have an intelligent discussion with one of
my aunts or uncle.
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