First Day Of School
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August 25th, 2008
Sadly, I am back in school. 
No one likes school, especially not coming right back from a seemingly short summer.
I got a couple minutes on BZP, enough time to post my blog and check a couple other websites; then I had to get on the bus with my brother, who we shall pseudonym as C-red.
We saw a rainbow outside before the bus came; it was a short trip. My brother is in the high school, and the bus takes both middle schoolers and high schoolers; the high schoolers being dropped off first. Then we looped back to the middle school, where I was dropped off and directed to go in the door labeled "7th Grade" at the gym.
We sat in the bleachers, which gradually filled to the brim--as it turns out, that was one of three points in the day for real social interaction. Well, the bell rang, and I was off to homeroom.
We shall pseudonym my homeroom teacher Mrs. Home; it can't get much simpler, eh?
My schedule was badly messed up at open house--I was missing band. I got it changed, and now it's fine.
We learned our locker codes; I'm sharing with a guy I knew from last year who shall get the name Stewy. Stewy and I both can't remember the code; we only get three minutes to get to our locker, open it, get whatever we need, and run run run! to the next class. Evil; it takes Stewy and I at least FIVE minutes to open the lock. xD I guess we're going to have to get used to it.
Then it was off to Language Arts, where we were introduced to our teacher, who gets to be called Mrs. Mallard. You know, like a duck? She reminds me of a duck.
I got Cremesavers for remembering the name of her dog, Ebony, while she was quacking on and on. We pretty much just talked a ton about ourselves and the class.
Now then, we're off to see the...Social Studies teacher...
She gets to be Ms. Essess. She was dull, really, a whole lot of talking and nothing more than that--talking.
Soo...we head off to my first elective: keyboarding.
We stayed in there with Mrs. Key, we shall codename her, for enough time to do roll call before we went to lunch. It was disappointing; I couldn't sit at any other table but the one specified, and I knew no one in my keyboarding class.
We went back and--would you believe it?--she talked about the class A LOT and gave us a supply list.
From there, I headed straight to band, where we talked again, but only for a short while; with the mess-up on the lunch schedule, backing it up, the period ended in about fifteen or so minutes.
I headed to Science where we talked one more time before the day decided to let up and get out.
FREEDOM.
I got on my bus (which is a late-running one, sadly; had to sit out in the rain ) and sat down with C-red. It was a short trip home; we live right down the road from the middle school.
We got home and went in for a few minutes before we had to leave again for our eye doctor's appointment. That was really boring; we all had to find new frames. I wear glasses just for long distance stuff. Oh, did I say wear? I meant I am supposed to wear glasses; I never ACTUALLY wear them.
Where were we? Oh yes.
C-red wears bifocals, and he just chose out a quick new frame along with me. My sister, pseudonym Boo (she has an account here, Leki, that she never uses) decided she wanted contacts. We had to go through making an appointment, a big long talk about it, ugh. Well, she picked out a new frame, too, and then we left.
To go to the Advanced Foot and Ankle Center.
My dad twisted his foot earlier, y'see, on a tile at the bottom of our back steps. It wasn't bothering him, so he went to work (he's a window cleaner) and was fine all day...almost all day. Towards the end of the day, it started hurting him really bad, and when he took off his shoe and sock, he found it swollen and bruised. He went to the Foot and Ankle Center almost immediately.
We sat in there for at least an hour, maybe more, maybe less...for the doctors to actually finish the x-rays. And guess what? They FORGOT to go back to him that whole time. He finally got out five minutes before the place closed; his ankle was sprained.
We went to Wal-Mart and picked up some more school supplies and a wrap for my dad's foot, then went home. My mom made quesidillas...delicious when you're as hungry as I was.
By the time everything was done and I had showered, it was already 9:30; time to go to bed.
No one likes school, especially not coming right back from a seemingly short summer.I got a couple minutes on BZP, enough time to post my blog and check a couple other websites; then I had to get on the bus with my brother, who we shall pseudonym as C-red.
We saw a rainbow outside before the bus came; it was a short trip. My brother is in the high school, and the bus takes both middle schoolers and high schoolers; the high schoolers being dropped off first. Then we looped back to the middle school, where I was dropped off and directed to go in the door labeled "7th Grade" at the gym.
We sat in the bleachers, which gradually filled to the brim--as it turns out, that was one of three points in the day for real social interaction. Well, the bell rang, and I was off to homeroom.
We shall pseudonym my homeroom teacher Mrs. Home; it can't get much simpler, eh?
My schedule was badly messed up at open house--I was missing band. I got it changed, and now it's fine.
We learned our locker codes; I'm sharing with a guy I knew from last year who shall get the name Stewy. Stewy and I both can't remember the code; we only get three minutes to get to our locker, open it, get whatever we need, and run run run! to the next class. Evil; it takes Stewy and I at least FIVE minutes to open the lock. xD I guess we're going to have to get used to it.
Then it was off to Language Arts, where we were introduced to our teacher, who gets to be called Mrs. Mallard. You know, like a duck? She reminds me of a duck.
I got Cremesavers for remembering the name of her dog, Ebony, while she was quacking on and on. We pretty much just talked a ton about ourselves and the class.
Now then, we're off to see the...Social Studies teacher...
She gets to be Ms. Essess. She was dull, really, a whole lot of talking and nothing more than that--talking.
Soo...we head off to my first elective: keyboarding.
We stayed in there with Mrs. Key, we shall codename her, for enough time to do roll call before we went to lunch. It was disappointing; I couldn't sit at any other table but the one specified, and I knew no one in my keyboarding class.
We went back and--would you believe it?--she talked about the class A LOT and gave us a supply list.
From there, I headed straight to band, where we talked again, but only for a short while; with the mess-up on the lunch schedule, backing it up, the period ended in about fifteen or so minutes.
I headed to Science where we talked one more time before the day decided to let up and get out.
FREEDOM.
I got on my bus (which is a late-running one, sadly; had to sit out in the rain
) and sat down with C-red. It was a short trip home; we live right down the road from the middle school.We got home and went in for a few minutes before we had to leave again for our eye doctor's appointment. That was really boring; we all had to find new frames. I wear glasses just for long distance stuff. Oh, did I say wear? I meant I am supposed to wear glasses; I never ACTUALLY wear them.
Where were we? Oh yes.
C-red wears bifocals, and he just chose out a quick new frame along with me. My sister, pseudonym Boo (she has an account here, Leki, that she never uses) decided she wanted contacts. We had to go through making an appointment, a big long talk about it, ugh. Well, she picked out a new frame, too, and then we left.
To go to the Advanced Foot and Ankle Center.
My dad twisted his foot earlier, y'see, on a tile at the bottom of our back steps. It wasn't bothering him, so he went to work (he's a window cleaner) and was fine all day...almost all day. Towards the end of the day, it started hurting him really bad, and when he took off his shoe and sock, he found it swollen and bruised. He went to the Foot and Ankle Center almost immediately.
We sat in there for at least an hour, maybe more, maybe less...for the doctors to actually finish the x-rays. And guess what? They FORGOT to go back to him that whole time. He finally got out five minutes before the place closed; his ankle was sprained.
We went to Wal-Mart and picked up some more school supplies and a wrap for my dad's foot, then went home. My mom made quesidillas...delicious when you're as hungry as I was.
By the time everything was done and I had showered, it was already 9:30; time to go to bed.
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