Confession Tuesday

Every night, at about 12:00 A.M. I finish my homework. Why? Because I don’t have enough time to talk to my friends at school, so every valuable second I have with the computer I use to chat. Every once in a while I ask my friends if they did their homework (through chat of course), and this is how it normally goes:

Nicholas Smitherson who bathes only when it rains or he falls into a canal: nahh ima do it later mates.

Camila: Yes I finished it 9 hours ago

Victoria: I finished it before they even gave it to us! Ha beat that Camila

Matthew: Almost done with it

Miguel: Doing it right now

Diego (me): I’m gonna do it later…like at 9 P.M.

Pablo: Wat iz da homeworkz\

When 9 P.M. comes, the time I had designated to do the homework, I think to myself well, I can do it later. I do that for quite a while until I basically have no more time and do it in a rush, messy, and with bad penmanship.
The next day when I bring my messy homework, I get a massive amount of points taken away, because either I didn’t complete something or it was done incorectly.

All the Things I Can't Do

All the Things I Can’t Do
At my house are
Done at my dad’s
House: pool, fast computers
Not only that, but
The chance to speak
To an understanding
Parental figure.

Every worry of the week
Faded into oblivion.
Just the moment that counts.
This may seem color pink,
But there is also a dark side
To it, him obliging me
To do 20 laps on the pool,
Or making me do 25 lifts of
20 pounds on each hand.

But that’s why I love my dad
He is a funny, but exigent
Person.

Wordly Wise Wednesday

I was walking around the neighborhood as usual, when I saw Edgar again (he seems like a recluse to me , so I deal with him gingerly) I didn’t talk to him, everything seems all right until he makes eye contact with me, he grimaced, and got pale. I didn’t want anything to do with him so I kept on walking. The day had ended and I was exhausted, so i went to sleep. I
was awoken, electrified, by the screech of the door. I surmised that it was a robber or someone up to no good. I had shut my door tight so it couldn’t be the wind…

“Who is there,” I yelled, trying to unveil the person. It then stroke me, could it be that Edgar guy, he always acted weird every time we made eye contact; he already is crazy. I stayed up simulating to be asleep. Either way he couldn’t see me, it was pitch black, but I endeavoured to listen to any sound. The criminal didn't seem to do things in a cursory manner, because I had been awake a long time, and I didn’t hear a single sound, but i knew someone was watching me... It had been a while and I was very tired, so after so long I succumbed to exhaustion closing my eyes.

The next day Edgar came to my house and talked to me very joyfully, I tried not to make eye contact with him. I was very electrified by his enthusiasm, he wasn’t a man of much words.
“So how did you sleep?” He asked, getting closer to me, his eyes getting wider.

“Not well, I think someone was trying to break in my house,” I said, gingerly examining every single gesticulation he did. He grinned after I said that and left, I derived that Edgar was the robber by that grin, but I had yet to corroborate. So when the day ended I went to sleep, still inkling that the robber was Edgar. I heard a sound again, and was awoken once again, but this time a ray of light shone on my eye, the eye he seemed to loathe. I shrieked, and shortly afterwards Edgar entered the room, I knew it was him! I had no time to react; he threw me to the ground and flipped the bed over me, I felt abrasions all over my body, the most gruesome thing that had ever occured to me. It seemed interminable, and I was slowly suffocating, I was completely despondent. I was losing consciousness, I saw every important moment of my life pass by…and then I saw none.

Yes, Ok I Will Be Organized


“Diegoooooo, why are your clothes on the ground, you should seriously become organized.” My mom yells from the other side of the house interrupting my quality time with the computer.
“Yes, ok mom, I’ll go pick the clothes up.” I yelled back annoyed.
…
“Diego why do you have an A minus on math?” my dad asked
“What! Are you serious dad, do you expect me to be better than this, its basically impossible!” I respond in disbelief.
“If you where more organized you could get better grades.” My dad said
“Yes, ok dad I’ll be more organized” I said still in disbelief of his request to get an A+ on algebra honors.
…
“Diego where is your homework, its like forgetting to flush the toilet” Mrs.Meadows says, while the whole class giggles.
I don’t respond to that, I’m not stupid but in my mind I think yes ok I will be more organized.

I really don’t really care that I’m not organized, it’s just who I am. So every time you tell me I better be organized remember this, it will take a lot more than you to change who I am.

The Root Of My Main Problem

I was a very organized kid with a very strict schedule at the age of 9, when I finished school I had to go to taekwondo,which I started since I was 3 years old, and then to piano class. This schedule was very monotonous and I decided to get rid of piano classes, because anyways how was that going to help me in life. I pleaded my mom to let me get out of it and she finally gave in.

I now only had taekwondo, but I still felt it was a very demanding schedule, of course it was not nearly as vigorous as eight grade but I felt very tired. I pleaded my mom a lot more so she would let me leave taekwondo, she again gave in, but my dad wasn’t very pleased about it.

He yelled at me for what seemed hours about how you are going to regret this when you get older and how martial arts give you discipline, and how I was going to throw 6 years of arduous work to the trash. I didn’t really care about that; I just wanted to live my life at its fullest (for a 9 year old that is). Weeks after I started noticing that everything I did was very messy, even my handwriting became messier. The lesson is to always listen to your dad…but I haven’t learned that lesson quite yet.

Poems This Year I Hope to...

Year after year
I have searched through
My binder, papers stacked
On top of each other,
Dividers labeled with subjects
But nothing in-between them.
This year I hope to be organized.

Laying on my bed, binder
Besides me, but eyes focused
On laptop screen. No fun or joy
From the laptop, but only worry
From wondering when I should do it.
Next day get reprimanded by
Teachers and get bad grades.
This year I hope to do my homework.

C’s and B’s filling all the places
In my progress report,
My mom getting mad, with smoke
Coming out from her ears,
Screams echoing throughout
The whole block. Although I always
Manage to mend the grades
When the time of truth comes, never
Feel satisfied, only b’s filling it, when
I know that I could’ve easily gotten an A
But just was too lazy
This year I hope to get good grades

Birds chirping
Soccer balls being kicked,
But my attention is only towards
The almighty computer.
Friends craving to see me
But not on a screen
Friends craving to talk with me
But not on a screen
Friends craving to play with me
But not on a screen.
This year I hope to get off the computer and spend more time with friends.

My dog agitating he tail
Every time I come from school
Jumping on my legs every time she
Is with me ,
But my only gesture of love towards
Her is one walk a day
This year I hope to spend more time with my dog