Poetry and the Beach

I hate poetry. Poetry hates me.

There are so many events coming up that I could spend my energy on; like prom, or getting tan enough to be able to live in Florida for a week. I knew this poetry unit was going to sneak up on me. I remember the exact day Mullins told us we were going to do poetry at the beginning of the year. And now that it's here and time to start reading and dissecting poems, I realize how fast this year went by. I remember sitting in my chair smirking, thinking Spring was too far off for me to worry about it. But now it's here and I'm buried up to my neck in work; physical, tough, time-wasting work. I feel awful for not being able to sit back and enjoy reading poetry in the middle of the day; instead, I'm cursing the homework I'm forced to do at midnight because my manager wouldn't cut me early enough. Although, tomorrow is a good opportunity to catch up on homework, before I leave for a volleyball tournament in Muncie, Indiana. 

While I would love to spend my time worrying about Spring Break and Prom and all that, I have to prioritize my life. Perhaps, I should instead focus on actually passing English in time to graduate, and make a final decision about college. The beach will have to wait, I have poetry to read.