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So, today was the first day of seventh grade and middle school in general. How special. I kind of want to remember it, so I'm writing it here... well, I don't really expect anyone to read it. Seriously, no one has to read it except me, in five years, trying to find out what it was like now, or something.
My mom dropped me off around 7:45, and insisted on getting my schedule with me. Waited in line for fifteen minutes, then met up with the popular-superficial idiots and my mom left. After a few minutes the idiots left too for the other idiots. Stood around for a while, then went to honorsless co-ed PE. At first I was in the wrong class for ten minutes, then when I got to the other one there was conflict over whether I was number 14 or 16, setting the class back five minutes, so we just got our homework planners and left.
Second period was performing band. No performing or band-ing was going on when I got there (a few minutes late), though, just Mrs. Watson saying that we are now in one of the most famous marching bands in Southern California, and we should practice as often as possible, etc. I was late to life science (honors science doesn't exist at my school), too, kind of on a roll with the late thing, but Ms. Alcosser didn't say anything, just glared. She's okay, not that strict, but the class itself was boring as hell and she made us fill out a random survey with personal and science questions.
After that was this 15-minute or so break. Two girls on my soccer team came up to me and said, "If anyone does anything to you, tell them your coolio 8th-grader friends will come get them, because you're our coolio friend, okay?" which was nice. Spent the rest of my time wisely, staring off into space and wishing I was anywhere but there. The wishing, by the way, doubled when I got to Honors Algebra 1. Mr. Fain kept reminding us that it was a HIGH SCHOOL class for us lowly MIDDLE SCHOOLERS and we better try hard or we will FAIL at LIFE, as if I had not already. His daughter came in to tell him about her first day of kindergarten (my little sister was also starting kindergarten, but at a different school), so that was cute.
Lunch after that. I was alone until this random girl sat next to me and was all, "HI! I'm RILEY! What's YOUR name?" all happy, and she wasn't even being sarcastic. It was revolting. My neves allowed me only to eat a mini bag of Doritos and drink chocolate milk. The end. I sat around staring into space some more until it was ex-something-tory wheel/composition skills class. We filled out another survey, this one more personal. I think I ranted a bit, but whatever. Plus a snobby biatch I once kicked has returned, in that class, where there is no honors. Mrs. Breneman, the teacher, wasn't there, especially weird for the first day, but whatever.
Things picked up at Honors Language Arts. Mr. Gebler=the BEST. He played Green Day at the beginning of class, then told us about stupid ways his dedicated students said hi to him- like one of them stuck half his body out the window of a car and yelled to him. Plus at the end when I said, "Was there any specific reason you were playing Green Day at the beginning of class? I love Green Day, but just wondering," and he was all, "No reason. But you get extra credit for liking Green Day," so yay for him. Next class was pretty good too- honors social science. The teacher, Mr. Shen, is pretty great too. He's only 27 and talks very fast, and had cool posters all over the walls. In that class we wrote a letter to him about ourselves. It was pretty first-grader-y, but it's just the first day and every class is doing something like this... it'll get so much harder >.>
So that was my first day. Pretty boring, pretty weird, pretty insane. Some good teachers and some bad. I don't have any friends whatsoever, and nobody seems... friendly, ya know? I have to do homework now- just math. Damn you, Mr. Fain. Damn you to hell.
♥ Love you guys.
My mom dropped me off around 7:45, and insisted on getting my schedule with me. Waited in line for fifteen minutes, then met up with the popular-superficial idiots and my mom left. After a few minutes the idiots left too for the other idiots. Stood around for a while, then went to honorsless co-ed PE. At first I was in the wrong class for ten minutes, then when I got to the other one there was conflict over whether I was number 14 or 16, setting the class back five minutes, so we just got our homework planners and left.
Second period was performing band. No performing or band-ing was going on when I got there (a few minutes late), though, just Mrs. Watson saying that we are now in one of the most famous marching bands in Southern California, and we should practice as often as possible, etc. I was late to life science (honors science doesn't exist at my school), too, kind of on a roll with the late thing, but Ms. Alcosser didn't say anything, just glared. She's okay, not that strict, but the class itself was boring as hell and she made us fill out a random survey with personal and science questions.
After that was this 15-minute or so break. Two girls on my soccer team came up to me and said, "If anyone does anything to you, tell them your coolio 8th-grader friends will come get them, because you're our coolio friend, okay?" which was nice. Spent the rest of my time wisely, staring off into space and wishing I was anywhere but there. The wishing, by the way, doubled when I got to Honors Algebra 1. Mr. Fain kept reminding us that it was a HIGH SCHOOL class for us lowly MIDDLE SCHOOLERS and we better try hard or we will FAIL at LIFE, as if I had not already. His daughter came in to tell him about her first day of kindergarten (my little sister was also starting kindergarten, but at a different school), so that was cute.
Lunch after that. I was alone until this random girl sat next to me and was all, "HI! I'm RILEY! What's YOUR name?" all happy, and she wasn't even being sarcastic. It was revolting. My neves allowed me only to eat a mini bag of Doritos and drink chocolate milk. The end. I sat around staring into space some more until it was ex-something-tory wheel/composition skills class. We filled out another survey, this one more personal. I think I ranted a bit, but whatever. Plus a snobby biatch I once kicked has returned, in that class, where there is no honors. Mrs. Breneman, the teacher, wasn't there, especially weird for the first day, but whatever.
Things picked up at Honors Language Arts. Mr. Gebler=the BEST. He played Green Day at the beginning of class, then told us about stupid ways his dedicated students said hi to him- like one of them stuck half his body out the window of a car and yelled to him. Plus at the end when I said, "Was there any specific reason you were playing Green Day at the beginning of class? I love Green Day, but just wondering," and he was all, "No reason. But you get extra credit for liking Green Day," so yay for him. Next class was pretty good too- honors social science. The teacher, Mr. Shen, is pretty great too. He's only 27 and talks very fast, and had cool posters all over the walls. In that class we wrote a letter to him about ourselves. It was pretty first-grader-y, but it's just the first day and every class is doing something like this... it'll get so much harder >.>
So that was my first day. Pretty boring, pretty weird, pretty insane. Some good teachers and some bad. I don't have any friends whatsoever, and nobody seems... friendly, ya know? I have to do homework now- just math. Damn you, Mr. Fain. Damn you to hell.
♥ Love you guys.