First Day of School

Well, I haven't been able to give you guys my first day of school story, because my internet shuts off every time I try, and we just got our computer fixed. So, I'm too lazy to give you the whole story, and I will be summarizing it.

Basically, my day sucked. The high point of it was math, and I hate math. That shows how horrible it was.

In the morning, I was confused. There are two lockers numbered 87, and I went to the wrong one and tried to get into it. Eventually I figured it out, after an embarassing trip to the counseling center for help. Band first period was good, second period was global, my teacher is CRAZY AND HILARIOUS, so it should be awesome. I'm not in any classes with my best friend!!!! SNIFFLE!! I'm so sad! I don't even have lunch with her...

Third period Biology (The Living Environment), I thought I walked into the wrong room because there were a lot of not so smart kids there, and I thought we had an honors class. Apparently, since we all take the same course and they switched up science this year, we don't have an honors class. That saddens me. We went to an assembly in the auditorium where we met our new principal. He's weird. I saw my friend who I thought was moving away, but HIS NEW HOUSE IS FULL OF MOLD (YAY!) so he got to stay here! Yay! He surprised every body by coming back when he thought he was leaving. It was awesome.

Fourth period Biology Lab. Fairly normal seeming.

Fifth period lunch. I have a few friends in there, but not Jackie, or my other best friend Danny. That saddens me. On the second day, during lunch, some kid told me I had a dark aura. Go figure. It was really random.

Sixth period math. I'm in a weird math class, it's Math B, it's an eleventh grade class, but I have it with the tenth grade accelerated group. It was good, because our teacher has a masters in gifted education, so it should be a good class, and I'm sitting next to a hot kid. He's punkish, so he actually talks to me sometimes, whereas other hot kids would not necessarily do such a thing.

Seventh period spanish. My teacher is a pothead. No joke, he smells horribly of smoke, and once taught his class to say "I smoke pot" in spanish. That may not be CTY appropriate. He's crazy and thinks that if he talks incessantly in spanish, the kids will somehow understand him, but they don't.

Eighth period english. We're reading some good books, but my teacher isn't as good as last year. I told her about the essay class, and she wanted to know if I might tell the class other methods of essaywriting. YAY!

Ninth period study hall. I walked in, and it was full of tenth graders, and I almost walked right back out. Then I saw Danny and a few other freshmen, and it was okay.

Well... that's just about it.

It was horrible the first day because it was confusing and I had no friends in my classes. Also, there's this new girl in my grade taking the same math course as me. That saddens me, because I'm basically the only smart kid in my school, and she acted very condescending, like she thought she was smarter than me. Grant it, I never act like the smart kid outside of class, but she shouldn't have been mean and assumed I was dumb. It's getting slightly better though.