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So the last first day is over and I am not going to post some incredibly boring details about my day.
7:18: Arrived at school, was shocked by the brand new tv in the wall, put my lunch in my locker, and headed out to Spivey's trailer. Dave was there and he gave me back my Anchorman movie, along with a postcard that he wrote to me while he was on vacation and a hug. So I stayed there for a little while and this kid, Nick Rupke, comes in and another kid tells him where his seat is. I was sitting in it. So he takes another look at the seating chart and decides that it would just be soooo fucking funny to stand behind my chair...just stand there. So I said, "Seriously, don't do that. Just go sit somewhere else, it's not that big of a deal. The bell will ring soon and then you can have your seat." And Dave said, "Yeah, really, she could get up and kick your ass." So the kid gets all flustered and puts his backpack into the chair next to mine. Then Greg Holste came in and Dave told him to move the kids backpack and sit in the chair. It would have been really hilarious had the kid come back, but he didn't.
So then I headed off to Theatre Arts. My class is full of "popular" people that I definitely don't associate myself with. We had to stand in a circle and toss a ball around and tell people our name. Woo. Then we had to play that game where you stand in a circle and reach across to hold someone elses hand so that you make a knot, and then you have to get our of it. I hate being touched, and I had people allllll over me. It was just gross. So that class is just going to fucking suck. Whatever.
Then I went to psychology and called on to stand in front of the class with a bunch of other people. It was pretty stupid, but whatever. The class seems like it is going to be fun.
Then I went to statistics. I didn't finish my summer project for that class so I was pretty excited to know that I had until Weds. to turn it in.
Next was English. That class is huge....it's a combination of the two AP classes from last year. We talked about our favorite bands and then he told us that for homework we had to write an essay about who we are. Kind of cool. He also said that he wasnt definitely going to collect the summer project. That pisses me off. So after English I went to lunch. I sat with Mark, Danae, Tom, Shawn, and Nick. Pretty cool.
Then it was time for IT. I sat with Dave, Matt G., and Trey. We worked in the back or something, i don't really know. By this time, I was in excruciating pain. I have had pains in my stomach (the actua organ) for a long time, and I thought that this was the same. However, it kept getting worse and worse. By the end of IT, I was in so much pain that I was crying.
I walked to Economics and took a seat in the back. My stomach started burning all the way across and all of the blood drained out of my face because I could hardly stand the pain. I was seriously considering telling the teacher that I needed to go to the hospital. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but rest assured that I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. The teacher made groups of people, I don't really understand the whole system, but apparently I am a team captain. Great.
So it started feeling a little bit better on the ride home. The pain went completely away for a little while, but it is coming back now. It fucking sucks. I'm going to go now...gonna work on some homework.
7:18: Arrived at school, was shocked by the brand new tv in the wall, put my lunch in my locker, and headed out to Spivey's trailer. Dave was there and he gave me back my Anchorman movie, along with a postcard that he wrote to me while he was on vacation and a hug. So I stayed there for a little while and this kid, Nick Rupke, comes in and another kid tells him where his seat is. I was sitting in it. So he takes another look at the seating chart and decides that it would just be soooo fucking funny to stand behind my chair...just stand there. So I said, "Seriously, don't do that. Just go sit somewhere else, it's not that big of a deal. The bell will ring soon and then you can have your seat." And Dave said, "Yeah, really, she could get up and kick your ass." So the kid gets all flustered and puts his backpack into the chair next to mine. Then Greg Holste came in and Dave told him to move the kids backpack and sit in the chair. It would have been really hilarious had the kid come back, but he didn't.
So then I headed off to Theatre Arts. My class is full of "popular" people that I definitely don't associate myself with. We had to stand in a circle and toss a ball around and tell people our name. Woo. Then we had to play that game where you stand in a circle and reach across to hold someone elses hand so that you make a knot, and then you have to get our of it. I hate being touched, and I had people allllll over me. It was just gross. So that class is just going to fucking suck. Whatever.
Then I went to psychology and called on to stand in front of the class with a bunch of other people. It was pretty stupid, but whatever. The class seems like it is going to be fun.
Then I went to statistics. I didn't finish my summer project for that class so I was pretty excited to know that I had until Weds. to turn it in.
Next was English. That class is huge....it's a combination of the two AP classes from last year. We talked about our favorite bands and then he told us that for homework we had to write an essay about who we are. Kind of cool. He also said that he wasnt definitely going to collect the summer project. That pisses me off. So after English I went to lunch. I sat with Mark, Danae, Tom, Shawn, and Nick. Pretty cool.
Then it was time for IT. I sat with Dave, Matt G., and Trey. We worked in the back or something, i don't really know. By this time, I was in excruciating pain. I have had pains in my stomach (the actua organ) for a long time, and I thought that this was the same. However, it kept getting worse and worse. By the end of IT, I was in so much pain that I was crying.
I walked to Economics and took a seat in the back. My stomach started burning all the way across and all of the blood drained out of my face because I could hardly stand the pain. I was seriously considering telling the teacher that I needed to go to the hospital. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but rest assured that I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. The teacher made groups of people, I don't really understand the whole system, but apparently I am a team captain. Great.
So it started feeling a little bit better on the ride home. The pain went completely away for a little while, but it is coming back now. It fucking sucks. I'm going to go now...gonna work on some homework.