So I have a “genius hour” project for my English class. It is supposed to mimic what it’s like working for google because according to my teacher, google requires 1/5th of their employee's time spent at work to be spent on personal projects that either better the company or the community. Because it’s only a high school project the rules are a little more relaxed. We spend 1 class period each week for the next 9 weeks working on a project that we chose and got approved by the teacher. Of course I had to do the same thing I always do and I jumped in way over my head and said I’ll fix up my girlfriend’s mom’s old Ray Greene Rebel sailboat. Her mom bought a new house not too long ago and when they auctioned off the stuff the owner couldn’t take with him, she bought the little sailboat for 75 bucks. Now that I think about it, that’s way too much for this broken piece of fiberglass. I was so excited when I found out she got this boat because I spent a lot of time sailing on my grandfather’s catalina 34 with him and took a beginners sailing class, so I thought I would finally get to sail on my own. Then when I found out it needed some work and was given the aforementioned assignment in English, I decided, I may not be qualified to fix sailboats but I know basic terms used in sailing so that must mean I can fix up this sailboat. Now today 4 weeks into this project, I’ve made very little headway but at the same time I feel very accomplished because I’ve learned so much. Being in way over my head. If anybody has any information on a Rebel Mark I, let me know
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Let's just jump right in. Today was what I call "a day." I along with many of my fellow teens describe these days in such a way due to simple lack of effort to provide an accurate name. Today I woke up thirty minutes before I needed to go to work, while still needing a shower, I had to go pick up my girlfriend's brother for his shift, and I had to find something to fuel my ever hungering body. I had a few options but they all included not doing one of the things I really should do. Feeling obligated to pick up Aaron, my girlfriend's brother, and being a smelly teen, that meant I needed to forego eating and just hop in the shower and pick up Aaron. You could say my morning was pretty rough while at the same time many would say waking up at 10:30 sounds like the dream. The rest of my day followed suit with many things I would find to be not ideal but others would be happy to deal with so when I got home and my parents asked me how my day was, instead of explaining how my circumstances were not the best relative to my typical life and having to defend myself against their onslaught of different view points explaining how their day was so much worse, I chose to call it "a day" and went to my room. Maybe the lack of effort or the very little detail provided did it, but they left me alone. So a quick tip for the parents out there, your kid didn't just have "a day." There is no such thing. I have yet to figure out how to do so, but there is a level of communication that hasn't been established.
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