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First Day of School
Okay, first day of school yesterday. Quick rundown of my day:
· 10:20-10:30 – I arrived at school at 10:20 AM, ten minutes before class began. Of course, everyone else was still in class, so I wandered aimlessly around for seven minutes. Ran into my old pal Amanda (Bethany’s older sis), as well as Judie. Amanda told me I looked cute, while Judie informed me that she didn’t have a backpack, as her sister had taken it to Europe.
· 10:30-11:25 AM – Went to my Government class. Okay, so I already told you on Wednesday that I had the two most perfect students in the school in this class with me. I forgot to mention Paul. He’s the other junior in this otherwise strictly senior class. Paul is one of those kids who has Homeschooler stamped on his forehead in large, bold, capital letters. But, seeing as he doesn’t have a life and all, he has plenty of time to work on school projects, making him another one of the “best” students in the school. And, of course, there’s Jazz, who somehow innately knows everything. I’d forgotten that about her. Government has a reputation as being the hardest class in the school, and let me tell you, it has thoroughly earned it. As Christi said about halfway through class: “Why do I feel like I’ve never been to school before?” This essentially summed up Government.
· 11:30-11:45 AM – Lunch.
· 11:45-12:30 PM – Chapel. The lights kept shining in my eyes, which was extremely annoying. Mostly a time to make all the new people introduce themselves. All the new girls fell in love with Jeremy, a very cool, very funny senior guy who was sort of running things. Then Mr. Brown talked about stuff, but I don’t really remember what he said, so it can’t have been that important.
· 12:30-1:30 PM – Brit Lit. Unlike Government, Brit Lit made me feel very smart because, aside from Jazz (who innately knows everything), I am apparently the only person in that class who possesses a brain. We were supposed to be taking notes on the Middle Ages of Britain (because we’re reading literature written in that time period, or some such nonsense). However, this seemingly simple task proved to be nearly impossible for my classmates. Andrea was lost within the first ten minutes, and spent the majority of the class trying to remember what urban legends were called (Andrea: “It’s these weird things, and people believe in them… you know!” The rest of us: “No, we don’t.” Andrea: “It was the title of a movie recently!” Christi: “Really, what was it called?” Andrea: *rolls eyes* “Well that would help!”). Catharine and Johannah kept mixing up the dates and European tribes (“But I thought the Danes were from Norway!” “No, that was the Norsemen. The Danes were from Sweden.” “But I thought the Saxons were from Sweden.” “No, they were from Germany, and they were before that.” “Hey yeah, when exactly were they, anyway?”). Christi simply gave up trying to understand what was going on altogether (“This is making my brain hurt!”). Jazz kept adding commentary (“The Jutes, Anglos, and Saxons were from Germany, which was originally called…”). The worst, however, was Weston. Weston kept trying to tie everything back to the movie King Arthur. Every time Miss Behne would move to a different date or different group of people Weston would ask if that was like in King Arthur.
“So is that like in King Arthur? … Were those the blue people in King Arthur? … Was that around the time of King Arthur?”
Finally Jazz got so frustrated she turned to him and was like, “Weston, are you going to ask that every ten historical years?”
“Yes,” he responded, “until I’m right!”
A few minutes later, when we moved to another date Jazz asked, “So is that like in King Arthur?” Weston told her she shouldn’t mock him when he’s the only guy in the class.
Luckily for me, the class was only an hour long, and after that I got to go home. Hurrah!
I had to work this morning at six. My manger overslept and didn’t get there until 6:30, so I had to sit outside the store for half an hour. Half an hour that I could have been sleeping. So not cool. The next five and a half hours were spent moving stuff onto different shelves, and then for two hours after that I was on register. Then I came home and took a shower. Guy, I’m tired.
Deep Thought of the Day: Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you’ll be a mile from them, and you’ll have their shoes. ~ Jack Handy
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