I guess you guys want to hear about my first day at Circle Stone High?
Well, when I first got there I had to find a list that would tell me where to go for my first class (which wasn't going to be a class, just a time for the first day where we would talk about dress code and the such). I found it in the new building, which, by the way was packed with students.
There were wierd people (as in long-haired guys with moustaches, girls wearing dresses... seriously? dresses?) and normal looking people.
I just kinda stood by the wall and waited until we were allowed to go to our classes. When we were, everyone walked down the pathway (and this is, like, a thousand people). I had no idea where I was going. I was just following everyone else. These tall guys behind me were talking to each other, saying, "What grade is she in?" "Looks like an eight-year-old." "Ask her how old she is." I just ignored them, figuring that I wouldn't ever have to really see them again. Eventually they walked past me.
I found the classroom I was supposed to be in, where this teacher talked about procedures and whatnot. Oh, and the bell never rang to start class. So technically, the school day never started. And the bell... oh, the bell... it's over the intercom, and it sounds like a church bell. Or, you know, that one bell tune that a lot of old-fashioned grandfather clocks do every hour? It was that, except missing a couple of notes.
So when the bell rang to let us out of the first 'class' thing, I went to my English class.
I walk in the door, and there's a power point up. And, of course-- Spongebob with a speech bubble saying, "Welcome to Pre-AP English!" I turn around, and there's this Spongebob poster. And on the windowsill there were ten Spongebob action figures. I'm sure I'm in for a great year.
We spent the class "getting to know each other" because we only had fifteen people.
And something else about classes at Circle Stone-- there are only four periods in a day. So each one's really long. And there are three lunches, and the one I ended up with is during third period. I'll get to that later.
My second period was Health. The teacher was tall and his hair was kinda long. He had his shirt tucked in, and his pants were pulled up really high. It was another class of syllabus explaining. And we had to write "three statements about myself" on a notecard. What were the examples the teacher gave? "Something like, 'I like to run and frolick in the flowers.'"
Then came third period-- World Geography. I got one of Ch1k3n's old teachers. In fact, this was Ch1k3n's, least favorite teacher. A teacher that got the award of "Hardest Tests." When he was taking roll and got to me, he asked, "Did I have your brother last year?" And he calls us by our last names, so now I have the same name that Ch1k3n did. Anyway, he put this list up on the overhead of countries he'd been to. Then we had to raise our hands, he'd call on one of us, we'd say our name and something about us, then choose a country for him to talk about. And by "talking about the country" he told us a story of his visit. They were really interesting. Like how he got locked out of every building in Wales and didn't have enough money for a hotel, so he slept in a bathroom and got kicked out of that. And he didn't have enough money to enter Finland because of some sort of law he didn't know about, so he had to go to jail and then get deported. And there were the stories where he narrowly escaped death, in which he nearly cried telling.
Halfway through the class, the bell rang for us to go to lunch. The whole way there I was wondering who I would sit with. I trailed behind someone I recognzed who played the flute in band, hoping that maybe I'd be able to sit with her and her friends. So we got there and there were so. Many. People. The lunch lines were masses of people waiting. That's where I was glad I packed my lunch. I looked around for a place to sit, and found this table with two girls who looked like freshman. So I asked if I could sit with them, and of course, they said yes. And lunch was only thirty minutes long, and I was talking about half the time (cause if I wasn't, there would be that awkward silence) so I didn't finish lunch.
Back in World Geography, we did the same thing. And I noticed that he spelled Malaysia wrong. Some geography teacher.
Then was time for fourth period. Speech. I had to walk really fast, cause it was on the other side of campus. It was the new building, and I had no idea whatsoever where in the building the class was, because there were no signs. Two minutes after the bell rang, I found it. I wasn't the only late one; about half the class came in right before me. I found myself surrounded by mostly juniors and seniors. Then we had to go and get our books, but by then I decided that I was going to get out of that class and move to a different subject. I got my book anyway, and when we got back, the teacher gave us an assignment for the next class. I think I'm still going to prepare for it anyway, although I hope that I'll get it changed before then. After that, we had to go and play some toss-the-tennis-ball-to-someone-and-learn-their-name thing. It was really boring and didn't work out right. For the last three minutes, the teacher demonstrated a game called 'Mad Gab.'
Then the bell rang.
So, yep.
I think I can live with it...
