Because he's so disorganized, Volsky had to get a new schedule, and find his locker number again. Afterwards, we taped the dollar from yesterday back together, and put it into safekeeping. Again, I'm writing just so upperclassmen won't kill me. But I'm in homeroom... oh well. I guess I'll just sit tight and go through my homeroom papers... or I could just pretend to write more.. Somebody just sat my me. I think they're watching me. OH thank goodness, my only freshman guy friend in homeroom finally showed up. And here's another guy. I should be safe for now. Wish me luck.
As soon as my homeroom teacher came in, I felt a wave of relief. She gave us papers, a planer, and our student ID cards, all the while talking to us like 10 year olds. Now I'm just sitting here during a brief pause. She's talking to a student. I think I'll pay attention.
O.K. Afterwards, sophomores, and freshmen went to different gyms for small assemblies. A fire alarm went off during it, and then we had to go back in, and finish it. Then we went through our schedule. How fun that was. The only thing worth nothing was that I thought I had the wrong second hour class, and didn't have my schedule. I went to the office, and disappointed a person by saying I needed a new schedule, only to figure out, I was right.
At lunch, I sat with a freshman I didn't know, and eventually, Cleveland came and sat with me. Social studies took forever. At least the teacher was fun. After that, I went to my Theatre I class. The entire time, the teacher was intimidating, so I couldn't stop laughing from nervousness. Anyhow, he forgave me after class, and moved on.
In gym, I had to sit in the bleachers for a while, waiting for the coach to arrive. He went through the rules with us, and made sure we knew to say 'yes' and 'no' rather than 'yep' or 'nope.' Afterwards, it was off to my (I use the term lightly) FAVORITE class. Integrated II. Now, I'm going to explain, I shouldn't be in Integrated II. At the end of 7th grade, I took a test to be in the regular Integrated class during my 8th grade year. I passed, and I still think that I only got in by one point. That's my way of saying that the class was really hard. At least he's open to questions, and there's a senior in there, so I feel better.
Well, that was my first day. I took a 3 hour nap, got a headache, and now I'm typing this. Blech. I'm gonna go get some tea.
Day 1, Completed.
We upperclassmen aren't THAT scary, are we?
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