This is a transcription of the thoughts I had during each class last Thursday. This may or may not be something I continue to do in the future.
Jesus, what is this girl wearing? The thing dips basically down to her belly button, and there's nothing underneath! Why is THAT not something that gets dress-coded immediately when fucking bra straps are supposedly an issue? A SLIGHT BREEZE would give everyone here the full fucking spectacular. Not that they actually look that great. They're, like, c-cups. Decent, but not amazing.
Glaurg, it smelled like play-dough on the way here. It doesn't smell any better now that I'm actually here, either. It's a mix of gross baby smells for whatever reason. You know the ones. Man, I feel bad for this sweet lady. She MUST know this is everyone's least favorite class, right? Hang on. Why, exactly, did I choose the he literal middle of the room to sit in? This is the most stressful place I could possibly be. Balls. Anyway, I'm starting to sense a motif here. Both of my teachers so far have foreshadowed that they're going to teach critical thinking. That's not a horrible idea. I hope it fucking WORKS. Nobody does that these days.
Getting here was easier. A kid from precalc had a class next to here. The teacher seems nice. Probably because this class is usually for freshmen in this school. The students here actually seem like decent people. If only the innocence of youth lasted, huh? Too bad pop culture exists to corrupt everyone. Anyway, this class sounds pretty demanding. I really don't like how students are given multiple classes that ask 100% effort from them. That just doesn't make mathematical sense. It doesn't seem necessary, either. Isn't school before college supposed to just introduce you to topics you might pursue? What's the benefit of having a huge workload NOW?
I'm going to not be a complete cynic and say that this class might actually be fun. It also might be the class that I get sent to the office from, though. When I disagree with someone, I disagree AGGRESSIVELY. Well, most of the time. If it's just a difference in whether we like stuff or not, I'll usually just let it be. I like this teacher's spunk, but she seems to be tooting her own horn a little. There's no shame in that as long as you deliver on what you insinuate promising. Something she said that I really like is that she gets that we've got other stuff to do. According to her, this class is going to be pretty chill. Needless to say, I REALLY hope she's not just blowing smoke. I don't suspect her to be, but again, cynicism. It has its perks, but it can also make you a bit of of a bummer to be around. Not that I'm particularly interested in making friends. I'm not opposed to it, but I really only need ONE person, and that's my sweetheart in Tennessee. Speaking of making friends, we're apparently going to become some sort of family in this class. That doesn't sound horrible. Being part of a group can feel good. It's nice to belong. I haven't felt that way around anyone but my literal family in over a year. I mean, what could be more important than the 16th birthday of your friend, who you've had since elementary school? Nevermind. I'm being a downer. Anyway, I started getting people to call me Mike, which is what I'm changing my name to when I get married. It's weird to hear, but I like it.
The food here is pretty alright. Nothing special, but better than SBHS. There's a girl at my table with the same name as my girlfriend. She seems nice. My girl is better in every way, obviously, but then, my girl is better than a LOT of people.
I'm probably not going to get a chance to write here very often if I decide to continue this, for obvious reasons. Well, until the fencing season starts. Then, it'll be a study hall. It was quite a schlep to get here, but one of the guys from my lunch table has the same gym, so he'll help me get here in time. Heard some folks behind me discussing their behaviors regarding alcohol consumption. Fuuuuun. Oh well. There's always gonna be SOMEbody who doesn't care what they put in their bodies. Good thing the whole "peer pressure" thing is a myth. Or maybe I'm just too square for people to WANT to get high with me. I'm fine with that.
Well, getting here was torture. I forgot where I left my schedule and ended up going down the wrong hallway entirely. By the time I got here, everyone else had already gotten comfortable and when you're the least comfortable person in the room, you get even LESS comfortable. The teacher seems pretty whatever. He's another preacher of critical thinking, which is nice except for the fact that I'll have to do that in three total classes so far. A guy can only think so much in one day. There's a girl here who seems to have boobs about the same size as my girlfriends'. Other than that, she's pretty average. Nobody here has a particularly interesting appearance. If I'll only have the teacher's voice to keep me entertained, this class is going to drive me insane. Let's hope we do a lot of crazy shit in this class. I've heard good things, but I've also heard about the horrible workload. One thing's for sure: this isn't going to be last year's biology , and it's going to be quite a bit less relevant to daily life. Man, I hope my plan for making money from writing, voice acting, and YouTube stuff pans out. I REALLY don't want to go to college. Paperwork's a fucking monster. I couldn't even imagine needing to do ANY of the kind of work I do at school for a living. If I'm not feeling what I'm writing, then writing it feels like repeated stabs to the brain.
Well, at least I got here on the first try. This classroom seems to be shared with the Latin classes. The teacher seems nicer than the Spanish teachers I've had in the past. She definitely speaks English better than them. She goes on tangents like they did, but that's not a problem at all. She can definitely keep a class entertained. Hard to keep eye contact with her, though. She blinks a lot. Luckily, I can listen to something while not looking at it.
Again, getting here was a hassle. At least I wasn't last, though. As long as I get at least one piece of homework done here, it'll probably be the time when I write down any extra things from the day, but that's only if I decide to keep doing this. That's not a definite thing yet. Cheesus Crust, this place is a labyrinthine horror. It took like a half hour just to find the main office, find out what my bus number is, and find my way back. At least there's only one more day of this before I have two days to relax. Weekends are never long enough, but the one after next is when I can see the love of my life again. She gets me through this.