The Late Bell Rings…
Ahh yes. First day of the school week. Time for a fresh start and another fun-filled day of quality education!
>_< If only it were so.
Wake up at 6AM, Jump through the shower, get dressed, grab my school stuff from around my room, head downstairs, half cup of coffee (Puerto Rican stuff cuz it has more go-power) and head out the door.
First Period, Geometry with Ms. Rodgers:
I’m half asleap, and I still grasp the concepts (Patterns). I got the one and only quiz back… I missed two points out of 15… FORGOT TO DO NUMBER FOUR! Damn… stupid mistake. I read over the question (”Conpare and contrast a Line segment and a ray”) and I thought to myself, “!!! I could have gotten those two points !!!” Oh well… I’ll make up for it later.
I hang a left out of the room, and walk down the stairs, Lugging every book issued to me…
Second Period, Spanish With Señorita Bullian:
The Bullianator’s class is an interesting one… All freshman (including me) except for three or so ramedial Sophomores (excluding me)… we go over classroom objects (la lista, el cuaderno, la silla, la puerta, el estudiante, la estudiante, la bandana americana, las carpetas, lapíz, marcador, la profesora, papel, etc., etc., etc.) , watch an extremely short video about people in San Juan buying school supplies, do a worksheet on said 90 second video, and leave.
I grab my books and try to pile them into my over-crowded backpack. Once the zipper was secure, I leave the room and follow one of my friends to my next class (I’m about 50% lost still)
Third Period, Civics and Government with Mrs. Smith:
Smith’s classes have lacked overall substance so far… in one week, we went over the student handbook (a pointless piece of literature that tells you what you can and cannot do on school grounds, etc.) and then today we took notes on the seven social sciences… *sarcasm* oooh fun */sarcasm* the best part of this class, you ask? I sit in the back.
The Bell (sounds like the sound you hear after you dial a phone [well at least in the USA], except longer) rang and I fought with my backpack to get my notebook in. I walked briskly to the nearest stairwell and went up… hung a left, right, forward three rooms and a left.
Fourh Period, Visual Basic.net with Ms. Stefkovitch:
I sat down in my usual, non-assigned, seat and waited. The Usual non-structured environment ensues… We’re told to Login (to windows 
), open up Visual Basic Dev Kit, create a blank project, save it, exit the program. That took 45 minutes.
I leave the class and head to the right. “This don’ look right”, I thought. I take out my map (jeez… I feel like Dora the explorer now!) and find that I went the entirely wrong way. *is pwnt* I find my way to the next class.
Period 5a, Study Hall with Dr. Loughner:
I sit down in my sir-yes-sir-drill-sergent-yes-sir-I-obey assigned seat and take out a notebook. I spend this time drawing. Quake 4 Logo and the Doom The Movie Logo.
The bell rings, and the usual rush follows. I get up, leaving my stuff where it lies.
Period 5b, Lunch with My Firends:
After navigating the maze that is my school, I get into the Ala Carté Line. 15 minutes out of my 30 minute lunch later, I hear “what can I get you?” I mutter back, “Pertzel with cheese and a lemonade”. I pay for my “lunch” and sit on the end of the usual table. that Me and my friends (Casey, Kyle, Matt, Monica and Derek) share.
We’re dismissed from lunch and I pitch whats left of my lemonade…
Peroid 5c, prison Study Hall with Doc Lough (again): 
Usually, after lunch Doc Lough is a little more leanient on talking. Not so today. I spent this study hall getting most of my nothing done, and watching the uber-leftest-watered-down-they-can’t-handle-the-truth news program thats broadcast to our school.
6th Period, English 9 with Mr. Evanov (ee-van-oh):
This is *that one class* that you thoroughly hate dislike in high school. The kid to my left has the intelligence of a grasshopper and brags about how much pot he smokes. The Kid to my right and back one has an IQ that rivals that of a lima bean, and also brags about his drug use habits. I think my teacher is a little “untraditional”, if you catch my drift. If not, just forget I typed anything.
7th Period, Gym with Mr. Shusteric:
This is *that one class* that you hate in high school. First instruction of the class: “Run Five Laps”, which translates to One Mile. I walk the last quarter lap and hope that Shusteric dosn’t notice/mind. for the rest of the class, we play handball… a scary hybred of basketball and soccor. Basketball - (2 X Hoops) + (2 X Soccor Nets) = Hand Ball
8th Period, Honors Biology with Ms. Sutmire:
Sutmire is cryptic at times… but in a way thats ment to keep you thinking, not to keep you from understanding… today we did a group activity about The Scientific meathod… *zZz*
ahh… time to leave.
When I got home, I got my J!nx stickers in the mail! (shown at right)
That was my day.
bye.
-jX
