Ciera+G’s+OpEd+Article

Adults. Adults in general. Why do they ask so many questions? Seriously! Why do they have to ask a million questions to feel like they have made conversation with you? To my parents, I don’t want to talk about how my day at school was, or how my tests went, or what I learned, or what I had for lunch. My day at school was fine, my tests went fine, I learned something new, and I went out to lunch. To my teachers, my weekend was fine, could have been better if I didn’t have homework. And some of the time, no I didn’t do the homework. And I won’t give you some lame excuse like “I forgot it at home.” No. I preferred not to. I chose not to do it. Or simply, I just didn’t make the time to do it. To my grandparents, yes work is hard. Yes school is hard. No I don’t like it. No I don’t have any new friends and am not interested in any new boys.

Every day my day is fine. Believe me, if I had something that exciting to tell, I would. So don’t ask how my night at work went. I work at In-N-Out. Yes of course it was busy. Yes my feet hurt. No I don’t want to eat. I want to shower, get comfortable in my bed, and lay my pretty little head down to hopefully oversleep. And no. After working all weekend and doing homework, I don’t want to stay up to watch a movie with you. I don’t want to do chores, or go grocery shopping, or help decide what is for dinner. I want to relax. So stop asking questions because the answers are always the same.