The struggles of being a teenager. When is the plate full enough?

The struggles of being a teenager. When is the plate full enough?
Hey, Its Imane. You probably already know that because you're on my blog. To start off, this blogging experience is really new to me, so don't judge if it seems a bit boring. I mean i know my tumblr is a blog but its just with pictures, not actually my words. Just seems as if other people are better at putting words together for me. You know?
So this is a homework assignment. One of the many i have tonight. Go honors classes .__. . Homework these days are really aggravating. School in general is aggravating. All the classes, dealing with the same bullshit all day. ** Im really starting to understand Holden Caulfield's point of view on life**.  Call me a pessimist, i dont care. But what i do care about is the amount i sleep i get a night, and how i"ve lost my social life. Not really sure if i started off with one, but it seems that my tumblr posts have decreased recently so there goes my evidence. Im really getting tired of high school. 8 periods a day. My tolerance level reaches the roof after 2nd period to be honest. Im tired of having to stare at the same teachers, that never seem to teach me anything with value. And im really getting tired with the amount of homework i get a day. I guess i might as well blog about that.

It's been said many of times that many teachers and parents ask for too much.
Teachers act as if there aren't about 6 other classes in the day.  the amount of homework given each night is unbearable.  Students are left with a maximum of 4 hours of sleep. All just for an attempt to be the perfect student.  We are expected to do all of the homework and do chores. Everyday parents come home and complain about their long stressful day at work but they never care I think of the stressful day that we've had. They never seem to  assume that our day was as bad as theirs. They complain the house is a mess and how it is our responsibility to clean it.
It is unfair to automatically assume that students have the time and ability to complete such tasks. Yet we always seem to have the golden child who is well rounded gets 4.5 GPA and does sports. And we are all compared to them. Whether it is either ourselves, teachers, or our parents. It is unfair to expect so much out of a single person. And yet parents still have the need to tell stories about how when they we're children. But yet it isn't them growing up in the 21St century.