I’m not trying to be dramatic. I’m just saying... I’m tired of being graded on the things that don’t matter. And left alone with the things that do.
"You want to know how I’m doing? Okay. Fine. Here it is. 1 minute monologues for teens
I got a C+ in pretending I’m not exhausted. An A+ in overthinking that text I sent three hours ago. And I failed the pop quiz on 'How to say no without feeling guilty.' I’m not trying to be dramatic
A teen is talking to a parent, teacher, or mentor who just asked, "How are you really doing?" And left alone with the things that do
So, how am I? I’m working for a B-minus in 'Being okay.' And honestly? Right now? That’s the hardest class I’ve ever taken."
The Invisible Report Card
You see the grades on the fridge. The math one, the English one. But you don’t see the report card I carry around in my chest. The one that says I’m losing points in 'Sleep' and getting marked down in 'Feeling like I belong.'