Ah, second day of school, where to begin, where to begin.
Eh, it was fine. At least, that's what I told my mom, cause you know, why would anybody say that their day of school was great, amazingly fastingaly awesome so amazing that it was like opening the door to a magical world filled with colorful rainbows and magical unicorns.
Yeah who would say that?
Fifth period, art. It was cool. I like the teacher she's nice. Everyone's going on about how hot she is. Whatever I'm not going to listen to that. She was pretty though. Sixth period, Mock Trial.
Yay.
You see, I didn't exactly WANT to be in this class. My mom put it down as an second, thinking I wouldn't get into because I would get into to all my firsts.
Didn't happen.
They screwed up my schedule so that I had theatre two first semester and theatre one second semester and theatre one was full this semester so I had to go with something else. Guess what?
The guy is nice, yeah, I know people in there that I don't particularly like but ya know, what are ya gonna do? I've been trying to get into gym because I don't want to go through last year again, what with being a loner and having to change by myself and never seeing the light of day through my eyes.
But you know, I just don't wanna go through that.
Seventh period, History. Got it with Roland, I see a guy that I haven't seen since fifth grade, it's all good. The teacher seems kinda boring but he seems nice so I'm not gonna complain. Eighth period, yearbook. Fun, sure, cool teacher yeah.
Wasn't a horrid day, wasn't the best. But the only good way to end a day is to be riding the bus home with your friend and end with a couple of last words.
"I need to get to know the guy a little better, to understand the deep intellectual things that go on inside his brain."
*pause*
"I agree."
Yay.