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The first day was as eventful as it always is, and that eventful, as we all know, is not of the good sort. It's comparable to, if you were on trial, learning your verdict. Well, sort of. Maybe it's like facing the jury for the first time, or something like that.
Nevermind. Analogies are exhaustive and don't get anyone anywhere. Not me, anyhow.
There were four people on the bus that morning, three from my stop. The other was the same girl from last year - Kimberly, I think - that gets off at the first stop. Not a very talkative group at all, but, then again, nobody is at 8 in the morning. I find Sylvana after walking quickly through those stupid crowds and we talk about stuff, exchange schedules, whatever. You know, they things everyone does on their first day. We have no classes together - NOT EVEN PE. The only things we could have POSSIBLY had together were Science and PE, and we were unlucky and got neither. I'm in higher classes than Sylvana, and she chose a different elective. But, luckily, I have friends (or good acquantainces) in all of my classes. Otherwise, I would scream and yell and go insane.
Actually, no, I would scream and yell and go insane in my head.
Lockers get assigned during Advisement, but I, of course, forget to look closely at the number and thus can't remember which locker is mine. Eventually I'll either ask or figure it out, but whatever. It's not important right now, though I have a feeling it might be (depending on how much crap I have to carry around). Then there's a stupid assembly where we don't even get to watch the usual beginning-of-the-year-inspiration video (I'm assuming there was one).
Snack. Uneventful - Sylvana and I ran off to scope out our next classes, but I do find out that Emily is in both Algebra and Science, which is quite lovely. Speaking of which, Algebra wasn't that bad, and nobody asked why I was in that class instead of Geometry. I guess they didn't know me well enough to know I took that class last year. I don't plan to let them know. Ever.
Period 2 was Spanish. THANK GOD THAT SENORA BARAN'S TWIN WASN'T STANDING UP THERE TEACHING. Mrs. Williams is a nice lady - nice enough not to invoke my wrath and laughter at anything weird she might do/say in the future. I have a feeling, though, that I'm going to feel slightly above the class. As in better then them, smarter then them, whatever. Because I know some Spanish. Because I can conjugate. Because my vocabulary is considerably larger than 'taco' and 'burrito'. Nothing special.
Three began the weirdest class of the day. Humanities. Miss Bauer looks to be in her mid-late twenties or early thirties and in such a way that invokes 'damn, she's hot' from some of the stupider guys. She's kind of like a sweet-talking, nice-looking robot.. or someone with difficulty formulating a sentence. She.. talks.. so.. slow.. Like she's talking to kindergarteners, or something. Sorry lady, we've passed that stage already.
Most of us, anyway.
And she made us shake her hand as we entered the room. And when she called roll. And when we reentered the room after break. And we had to 'look her in the eyes' (her words, not mine) every time. With a big emphasis on the look her in the eyes part. It seems to be an obsession.
Other than that, she spent a good 10 minutes discussing how someone else talking while you're talking makes you feel. That's how I always imagined talking to a therapist would be like. Thank you, Miss Bauer, for ingraining that in my head.
Science was boring. PE was hot. No sign of Michael or Justin the whole day, oddly enough. Usually you see people, whether you want to or not. I don't really care at this point, but it's just odd.
With all this craziness, it's going to be a long year.
Ashlyn @ 9:54 PM
