Ano...
So how was your...
-Fucking shit!
! I beg your pardon?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
So how was your first day in school?
-Fucking shit!
! I beg your pardon?
-You heard me right this time.
But that's basically the same thing you said as...
-Never mind.
So how WAS your first day in school?
-Haven't I answered that question already?
Yes, but that was in a nutshell.
-Oh, yeah. Well, first off, none of the troops were my classmates belonged to my section. Secondly, Mr. Maskara IS my classmate. I guess the chances were to high - last year was the first year that he became my classmate.
None of the people there are of my vibes. Not that they're all jerks or something, I just don't get along with them. Social barriers, uncommon interests. Well I do talk to Anjo, but he has other people to speak to in mind, rather than his angsty idiot for a seatmate.
Our Homeroom adviser, Mr. Hermoso (Music III and IV), doesn't seem to be a disciplinarian, and that isn't good. The class was really loud, while he let us off in free time for 3 hours, with a 30-minute break.
Another thing, there are some more-idiot-than-me idiots that won't stop pestering me. It's a 3 year-old tease, and an old person of comparison, but I just can't help but notice them. I surprised myself that they do bother me. I never though I could be as frail as my elementary-student self today, whereas my grades were going down, yet my parents were more concerned about bully issues. Ironic as it may sound, but if I ask them nicely (with an "I'm really not in the mood for your unpleasant words right now" excuse), I imagine they might just cease for a while.
Oh well. Things could get worse. Like Mr. Maskara actually minding me. Oh, I was just frustrated at imagining things! Ah, yes, drink to the future I will! No alcohol for me, thank you.
So you saw the troops?
-Yeah, despite our agonies and rants regarding sections... or maybe that was just me. But Neon did have a particular Homeroom teacher in mind. Ah. We did see each other, both while in the area where the sections were posted, and while eating at recess. I left ASAP at dismissal.
So your day's complete, eh?
-I guess. I still miss Ms. Navarro, though. I'd probably go in her section, II-SJW, and she'd greet me first, and ask How are you? with the contagious smile she barely lets go of, even in my mind. A Ms. Navarro without a smile is unthinkable. Almost literally. With SD's and my definition of Heaven, the faculty room probably can no longer live to its name.
That's it?
-Would you like me to complain more about my section? And my classmates? And my class? And...
Er...
-Oh, wait. Dom came to Claret too, but in a shirt and jeans, not in uniform. He's no longer a Claretian. I think he came to meet with some of his friends. And to make fun of me since their classes begin next week. Something he didn't think was enough (he did the same this morning, before I left school)
I'm currently in the Internet Café. My gameplan is to get as many modem drivers as possible. Those that I think would (finally!) work. Then I burn 'em in a CD, try 'em all out, and whatever comes out, I live to it.
Basically I have nothing else to say. The speakers make a heavy-metal guitar sound like a machinegun in synchronicity.
-Fucking shit!
! I beg your pardon?
-Oh, I'm sorry.
So how was your first day in school?
-Fucking shit!
! I beg your pardon?
-You heard me right this time.
But that's basically the same thing you said as...
-Never mind.
So how WAS your first day in school?
-Haven't I answered that question already?
Yes, but that was in a nutshell.
-Oh, yeah. Well, first off, none of the troops were my classmates belonged to my section. Secondly, Mr. Maskara IS my classmate. I guess the chances were to high - last year was the first year that he became my classmate.
None of the people there are of my vibes. Not that they're all jerks or something, I just don't get along with them. Social barriers, uncommon interests. Well I do talk to Anjo, but he has other people to speak to in mind, rather than his angsty idiot for a seatmate.
Our Homeroom adviser, Mr. Hermoso (Music III and IV), doesn't seem to be a disciplinarian, and that isn't good. The class was really loud, while he let us off in free time for 3 hours, with a 30-minute break.
Another thing, there are some more-idiot-than-me idiots that won't stop pestering me. It's a 3 year-old tease, and an old person of comparison, but I just can't help but notice them. I surprised myself that they do bother me. I never though I could be as frail as my elementary-student self today, whereas my grades were going down, yet my parents were more concerned about bully issues. Ironic as it may sound, but if I ask them nicely (with an "I'm really not in the mood for your unpleasant words right now" excuse), I imagine they might just cease for a while.
Oh well. Things could get worse. Like Mr. Maskara actually minding me. Oh, I was just frustrated at imagining things! Ah, yes, drink to the future I will! No alcohol for me, thank you.
So you saw the troops?
-Yeah, despite our agonies and rants regarding sections... or maybe that was just me. But Neon did have a particular Homeroom teacher in mind. Ah. We did see each other, both while in the area where the sections were posted, and while eating at recess. I left ASAP at dismissal.
So your day's complete, eh?
-I guess. I still miss Ms. Navarro, though. I'd probably go in her section, II-SJW, and she'd greet me first, and ask How are you? with the contagious smile she barely lets go of, even in my mind. A Ms. Navarro without a smile is unthinkable. Almost literally. With SD's and my definition of Heaven, the faculty room probably can no longer live to its name.
That's it?
-Would you like me to complain more about my section? And my classmates? And my class? And...
Er...
-Oh, wait. Dom came to Claret too, but in a shirt and jeans, not in uniform. He's no longer a Claretian. I think he came to meet with some of his friends. And to make fun of me since their classes begin next week. Something he didn't think was enough (he did the same this morning, before I left school)
I'm currently in the Internet Café. My gameplan is to get as many modem drivers as possible. Those that I think would (finally!) work. Then I burn 'em in a CD, try 'em all out, and whatever comes out, I live to it.
Basically I have nothing else to say. The speakers make a heavy-metal guitar sound like a machinegun in synchronicity.