3. where does the time go?

I'm pretty sure i made a promise to myself that I would blog.. what happened? Oh right.. school. It's death. Complete death. So this is what i figure, I go to school five days a week for seven hours each day which comes out to be 35 hours. Then tack on the extra hour or two three days a week I spend after school. Which comes out to be about forty hours. Then add on all the hours I spend doing homework, projects, studying, etc. Let's say that's an extra eighteen hours, I figure three hours each night and three hours over the weekend. So that gives us 58 hours of school every week. An adult who works a 9-5 job five days a week doesn't even put out that much time. How is an emotional, hormonal sixteen year old girl supposed to handle this? I'm perplexed by these statistics. And my favorite part is that when our parents& teachers say to us (when wedon't get the best grade) "oh well try studying a little more". I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that spending fifty eight hours out of my week was considered emotionally or physichaly healthy. Your right! Let me go put in an extra six hours. Gosh, what was i thinking!? Isn't life about enjoying yourself? About having a little fun? When does time for yourself come into play? When does life become enjoyable? I turned sixteen three days ago. I'm terrified. I now have exactly two years to figure out exactly what it is i want to do for the rest of my life. That thought is probably the most uncomfortable thought in the history of thoughts. Because then what happens when what i chose is all wrong for me, or what if I get tricked into thinking it's right and then get out into the work force and realize how terribly wrong it is? My mind is an electron. Thoughts are bouncing everywhere a million miles per hour. I don't remember the last time i found tranquility in my mind. Life has officially lost the 'sparkle'. It's grey, bleak. So bleak. Time is slipping away every minute and all I can do is sit here and let it slip, but i suppose that's the purpose of time. For now all we, as subjects to this world, can do is try our best to filter out all the bullshit and enjoy life. I know. It's hard, goodluck.