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| My First Day...; August 17th, 2009 | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 17 2009, 03:25 PM (16 Views) | |
| CaLeB- | Aug 17 2009, 03:25 PM Post #1 |
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To no surprise, I winded up getting only a few hours of sleep before it was time to get ready for school. Luke, being excited for his first day as Freshmen, got up pretty early (around 4:30AM) and took his shower. I ate four waffles after sticking them in the toaster. Took a shower, brushed my teeth, all that stuff. We actually went to the bus stop at 6AM, 20 minutes before it even got there. The weather was very humid, and soon to be also hot. Bus was pretty crowded, just like it usually is at the beginning of a school year. Boy, I hate this bus. It's old, stinks, and has no AC. Perfect. Luke looked so whack in khaki shirts and pants. When we got to school, Kyle and I immediately went checking for our homeroom number, and then we headed back to where we hung out in the morning last year. I'll tell you what: there are so many Freshmen this year. Our hangout was near the homeroom lists for Freshmen, and there was so much khaki in that area. We immediately came up with "sand storm", which is a big group of Freshmen (since they wear all khaki). It was pretty crowded, and I felt uncomfortable. Luke hung out with my group since he has some catching up to do. This year, I was put in a homeroom with last names beginning with A's and B's, instead of our own class for B's like last year. My two friends Jordan and Allen had my homeroom. We were in there chatting for an hour and a half due to papers being hand out, and I got to know my schedule. I got that math teacher again: civics for Mrs. Kahn, algebra II for Mrs. Ruffin, art I for Mr. Bennett, and English III for this Mrs. Tickles or something. Yeah, notice that I have Mrs. Ruffin for algebra II. Fuck. When we got in our first class, I find out that Kyle and I have all our classes together, and also most of my friends from last year do too. We also took time to mess with Mrs. Kahn like last year. That's cool. But when we got to Mrs. Ruffin, I didn't give a damn that it wasn't in the morning. I wanted out after 5 minutes. She makes time SLOW. Like the, "I thought an hour went by, but it's only been 10 minutes," slow. When it came to lunch, Kyle and I were at the gazebo. Even though Freshmen had their own lunch, it still was crowded with just three grades outside. The stupid dikes and immature juniors and seniors in there were pissing me off, even though I dealt with them last year. Kyle put his head down while sitting, he was so frustrated. Not about just that, but he didn't want to be at school. At this point, I didn't either. I was already sick of school, and it was only the first day of school. I just didn't want to be there. The weather remained very humid, and it just felt really crappy outside. This day felt so abnormal, I began to think I was dreaming, like I was dreaming it all up and still sleeping in bed. It wouldn't have been the first time I had abnormal dreams about returning back to school. So I founded my way into art I with this teacher Kyle claims to be awesome. Well, he was cool, but little did I realize beforehand was that it's gonna require some serious drawing skills. Kyle came to that realization, too. The room was very small, only comfortable with no more than 10 people. He gave us a big sheet of paper, told us to draw something, and we did just that the whole period. I drew a house with some 3D in there. It really didn't feel like this day was real; I felt so out of place that school day. Our last class was English III. It's a big class. The lady put us in ABC order, went through some guidelines, and we did some stupid sheet... Don't feel like explaining. The class was boring. Now I'm at my house... tired. I have to get sheets signed and get all these supplies. I'm too weak for responsibility right now. I was right as I stood there as a Freshmen many months back: sophomore year's going to be shitty. |
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