Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I laugh at my pathetic attempt at a joke. Don’t judge me, it’s still early.
Just like math, P.E. is another class - is P.E. even considered a class? - that simply shouldn't happen before afternoon. My long chestnut brown hair was just tamed a few hours ago when I got ready for school. Now I’m expected to mess it up by doing physical activity?
No thank you.
I had Ms. Cassidy for gym freshmen year, and luckily, she’s nice and easy enough. I foresee a lot of walking on the track while she’s busy flirting with Mr. Chevy, and I’m perfectly okay with this.
Thankfully, today, we don’t have to change since it’s the first day, so we sit in the gym and listen to what’s expected of us throughout the year.
Next up is English, and not only do I not know anyone, but I don't even recognize a single face. This is my fault, as I asked to be taken out of honors this year. Call me lazy, but I want an easy senior year, with a lot less stress, and a teacher, whom unlike last year, doesn't hate me.
It's bizarre how the honors kids and non-honors kids don't even know each other. I mean, I can’t even tell you anyone’s name! I really have no idea! We have no association what so ever.
The teacher is young and pretty, and as soon as she writes Ms. Harrington on the blackboard I’m confused. The Ms. makes me think she’s not part of the husband/wife pair I originally thought. In fact, she looks far too young to even be married, let alone to be a teacher.
As she continues talking, I realize she must not have been a teacher here for long. She’s simply far too nice. Truthfully, I can tell I’m going to like her immediately, just by how she’s already handling the smartasses in the class. I mean, some kid actually whistled at her when she turned around!
She lets us know we’re starting with The Scarlet Letter, of which I've already read. Twice. I don't know what's better - to breeze by with boredom or to struggle with higher learning? I'm clearly going to have to create my own reading syllabus this year, starting with I think, War Of Peace. That's been on my list for a while now.
I know, you’re probably thinking, who the hell reads War Of Peace for fun? Well, this girl does. Maybe now you’ll understand why, while I have a decent amount of friends, it’s tough to fit in.
I wonder how Chloe will feel if I secretly borrow her honors syllabus, just to see what they’re reading?
Next period is Spanish, which is annoying. This is my fifth year taking Spanish (we start during our last year of middle school). As a senior, I’m not required to take it, but I wanted to so I don’t have to take a language in college. You know, college, where I’m going next year, to the still to-be-determined far away school, where I will major in my still to-be-determined major. Ugh!
Mr. Pearl is the head of the language department, so I know this year is going to be tough. He already informs us that today is the last day he wants to hear any English come out of our mouths.
So how do you say this sucks in Spanish?
Next, I head back downstairs for social studies, which is an almost an identical scenario as English was, since I dropped honors in this subject as well.
I scan the room briefly, looking for a familiar face. I wasn’t prepared to see one, so I’m excited when I spot Hannah. We met in gym last year and have become friends. I grab a seat next to her and find out she’s also in my public speaking class later this afternoon.
I’m handed a textbook, just like I’ve been given in nearly every class thus far, and I’m already eagerly turning the pages. History is a beautiful thing.
By lunch, all my friends think I misjudged dropping out of honors, because this year in social studies they get a trip to Washington DC. Little do they know I really hate school trips and wouldn’t go, even if I did stick with honors. I have no desire to stay in some seedy, cheap motel and have to follow a schedule, with people I don’t even like. I realize this may come across as a little snobbish, so I’ll move on before you think so little of me.
I'm thrilled with lunch.
There are so many of us that we put two round tables together. That is, until one of the security guards tells us it's a fire hazard and we can't do that.
Next, I’m back upstairs for study hall because it’s an odd day. Every other day I’ll have lab, followed by chemistry, but today, it’s study hall before chem. This makes every other day my own personal hell. I mean, two hours of chemistry?! At least Ashley and Chloe are in the class with me. Did I also mention that chemistry is all the way across the building? I’m dreading having to do that walk from lunch every other day. Sadly, Chloe is in a different study hall, and Ashley has lab, so I head off to study hall solo.