My Classes
We have eight dreadful class periods a day, and some days they aren’t that bad. Others I wish I could just leave.
A hour, the first hour on Mondays. This class I’m pretty lucky I sit behind a extremely nice girl that eats lunch with me and behind me is a guy I met in third grade so he’s pretty nice to and next to him is one of the nicest and prettiest girls I’ve ever met, but next to me is this guy that use to be my friend. Key word USE to be. I don’t understand his logic, but last year he and I were extremely close, but he took it too far when he started sending dirty things to me, at first I thought he was just messing around, but then he began asking for pictures and I sent one to him, and he sent me one. I just remember him saying it was his six foot tall ten year old cousin who sent it, I’m sorry but I’m sure that’s a lie. Then there’s a huge wrestler/football player, last semester he told the guy I had a huge crush on that he looked up my skirt and I didn’t wear underwear and all these things that really upset me. Although he doesn’t say all that much he’s still there and I know what he said. He doesn’t seem like a bad person, but he’s just a boy I suppose.
B hour, second on Mondays. This is the worst class out of them all in my opinion. I sit behind this skinny tall, but oddly cute basket ball playing jerk. Next to him sits my cousin, ____, he’s pretty much my class stud, he could have any girl he wants, and somehow he’s my cousin, you would think he would be super cool and talk to me at school and stuff, but we don’t talk that much. In front of him is another popular guy/football player, he’s actually pretty nice except when he’s around his friends especially the guy who sits in front of me. On the other side of the jerk is ______, she’s nearly six foot tall plays volley ball and is still wearing UGG’s at the end of April. She’s not necessarily skinny, and has a deep voice but she’s pretty behind her is ______, she is the girl I have an extremely hard time with. She has a large nose, wears fake eyelashes all the time, and wears make up that makes her look like she’s the color of a piece of paper. Everything about her screams fake to me, but for some reason the boys like her.
C hour third hour on Mondays. In here, I’m surrounded by freshmen (I’m a sophomore) and a few other sophomores, but it doesn’t really bother me, because its assigned seating so I don’t mind it, I sit and do my work, and that teacher never really gives group work so I’m covered.
D hour is my lunch. I’ll save that for another blog.
E hour, I really hate this class some days. It’s all the way in the fine arts building so it’s far and extremely awkward to walk there without a group, but it seems that’s all I ever do. I enjoy the material we do in class, but since it is a fine art we don’t have assigned seating so I’m stuck all alone at a big table doing my art class, I hate it, if I even try to sit with someone it’s like I’m a plague and they move to a different table. It hurts my feelings, especially because I had a really good friend I thought in that class, but when I quit cheering she quit being my friend and moved from my table and sat with someone else as she ruined all my friendships. So usually I’ll go outside on non windy days and spray paint so I don’t feel so loser-ish. I’ve gotten a lot better at it, since the beginning of the semester because I needed an escape. I’m working on a project that is all bees and explained why I chose bees because they are strongly misunderstood creatures just like me and with that I began.
F hour, this had to be one of my favorite classes. My teacher is the best, she is the sweetest and cutest nerdy teacher I’ve ever met, and sometimes I go into her classroom and eat lunch with her. I love where I sit, next me on my right side is the cutest guy, (even though he’s a scrawny basket ball player, he’s smart and extremely nice) He always asks me for gum so I always have some, in different flavors he’s recently started talking to me about how I find these interesting gum flavors and I love it. It makes my day every time he asks. Behind me is my friend since eighth grade, and we used to eat lunch together. Until I changed lunches, which is probably the worst thing that ever happens. Next to her is my ‘twin’ she says were twins because we ride the bus and all the freshmen asked if we were twins. So we are pretty good friends, but she is a very hard to read. Next to her is another friend of mine I guess we actually started talking over MySpace and a status.
G hour, I used to love this class, but since I had to move where I sit because an over talkative girl decided to talk more then she normally does so she got my spot next to my ‘twin’ but that’s okay because it’s a really mellow class where we don’t move much and usually work silently, so I don’t mind where I sit.
H hour, my last hour on Mondays. I hate the material we learn here, but I enjoy my teacher and the people in this class since we get to choose where we sit I sit by some of the nerdiest of the students, but they are my friends and we have the best groups and always have everything right first. I just never do my homework in there.
These are my class.I hope this gives you a view of how my every day life is.
