That Mandatory Piece of Crap They Call School: The Sequel

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.

That Mandatory Piece of Crap They Call School

First day of school, first day of school, where to begin.......

Well it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't completly horrid but it wasn't the best day of my academic career. We'll put it in the bareable category. So, um, Kylie came and got me, 7:45 and I get in the car, talk to her and Parker. Parker ditches us and soon as we get to the school. Oh well, he's a guy, not really our best friend, what are you gonna do? So, get my schedule, find my locker, don't have anything to put in it so we just chill and find Roland and Brittney. Bell rings, first period comes around. English, have it with Kylie. Yay! English is taught by a nice old lady that makes a color and claims the room is very hot. Next, Creative Writing. Got it with Kylie and it's right across the little space, common thingy. (Our school is very freakish; it has these little box rooms and there are like, I don't know, five classrooms in each of them instead of out in the hallways) Go there, sit down together. Pretty much my favorite class that day. The teacher read us a book I've already read and I'm pretty sure she was either high or just very, very frazzled and excited. Third period, not my favorite. Algebra. Don't have it with anyone, don't really like the teacher; lucky, we get to leave for lunch.
Lunch is very weird here. There are two lunches and your in first or second lunch depending what floor your on and whether your in science or not. Plus, we have AB schedule so, you know, all the more fun. I have second lunch, so do all my friends. We go down, and apparently we only get half an hour to eat and the line is like a mile long. But whatever, we manage to down our food. Go back to third period (weird) and chill with the not nice Alegebra teacher. Go to fourth period. Science, know someone not my best friend, but is nice. Guess who's my partner? We go outside and do a weird bubble thing and I don't really like this teacher either. But whatever. It was okay. It wasn't amazingly totally gnarly wicked or super fly but bareable. Get back to you on tomorrow with B day.

Yay.