User blog:Forestpaw13/First Day of School complaints

WELL WELL WELL. Somebody certainly woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!

That unfortunate person happens to be myself. Forest. Fork. Annie. However you know me as, I was a very crabby person as I awoke from my troubled slumbers.

I worked up the strength to get myself through a nice warm shower, into some decent-looking clothes, and out the door.

The bus was scheduled to arrive at 6:56am, so I arrived three minutes early. I had missed it already.

So my brother and I were tossed into a car and driven to school, where we were too late to meet our friends for a meeting before school.

I went to a homeroom, which was a different teacher (not supposed to happen, but that is my life as of late), who was overly friendly and enthusiastic about "getting to know us," estranged juniors mixed together in a room for five minutes. How were we, the druggies and the smartasses, the nerds and the skippers, supposed to be friends?

The simple answer that my poor homeroom teacher learned? We weren't.

I left, encountered about six of my brother's old friends, now freshmen, and arrived in my first class (let's recap: Law and Justice Honors, the class the school made me take).

I had no friends. I decided to remain mysterious and quiet and maybe a bit rude. When she passed out the student info sheet, I filled out everything but my address (somebody please explain why we're supposed to give this out- they're not visiting our house or mailing to us, and it's online anyway) and in the "extra info" section inserted "I hate this class." Mission accomplished.

So we started by her lecture, which was filled with excited-happy-firstday teacher comments, insert claps and jumps and you've got a perfect vision of a cheerleader slut turned smart. :) I'm so nice. We watched a CNN video (which we be watching every morning for current-events-turned-Law-and-Justice, apparently) and read an English court case about people eating people at sea or whatever (it was interesting, actually, but of course I'm quiet so I didn't participate).

THEN ONTO BIO. My teacher (WHO I SWEAR I HAVE NEVER HAD BEFORE) was seriously best friends with me almost instantly, thinking that we had been best friends in a previous class of his (I did teach half of his students, but I never met him). I convinced him he was an idiot and had been dreaming and needed to take Motrin before sitting down in a seat way in the back and glowering through a review of organelles.

Onto Statistics, where I sit in front of a former friend's brother (awkward.) and am apparently his work partner (please save me.) for Everything Statistics All The Damn Time.

Lunch halfway through Statistics brings on a sense of peace, for I am lucky enough to sit in a corner alone and ignore everybody but my kid brother, who is begging me for a dollar to buy his new friends cookies. Whatever.

Statistics again and we have our first project- analyzing data about the class- and I die of awkwardness from the entire situation. First I'm way smarter than he is, second I've had trouble with this former friend forever at this point, third he knows all about it and has definitely judged me, so he doesn't trust my (correct) judgement until Teacher Teacher tells it so.

Spanish 3 and it is All Spanish All The Time and I am La Chica Inteligente, so I must be able to answer Simple Questions About My Life In Full Sentences, which I succeed at doing, so then we begin an example convo about current events (I see a trend) and learn about basic grammar for a 16th time.

Onto the bus, where I have no friends except a Former Friend Turned Slut and Mr. Hottie Across The Aisle, and my brother is so lost.

I had work, which was actually somewhat pleasant because now kids make a point to hang around me because apparently I'm nice (please somebody inform my "friends" of this) and I have a pretty shirt on (standard-issue blue YMCA shirt), but why do I wear it every day?

I come home to a decent dinner and Too Much Homework, which I am actually procrastinating right now.

.... So I should go finish that.

Peace.

F o  r  e  s  tp  a  w 13 The  ants   are   marching   two   by   two  Hurrah, hurrah We were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days ♥  Fork Just a lonely utensil 01:20, August 28, 2012 (UTC)