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This Little Life of Mine. [[2]]
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“… sorry” For the rest of the class I tried to imagine my teacher in a mustache. When class ended I went and got my books, when I closed my locker Alicia was right there.“Hey, what do you have for second period?” She was looking at my books. “I have English.”“Uck, me too, I hate English. Last year I failed it and I had to go to summer school.” I started walking to room 306.“Well my sister said Mrs. Brown is really nice.” We entered the class room.“Really? How old is she?” We took two seats in the back.“Oh, she’s in college, twenty-one.”The teacher started to talk.“Today we will be working on prepositional phrases. Does anyone know what that is?”“How to propose to someone?” A boy in the middle row snickered.“No Jason.” She had a stern look on her face. “Everyone pay attention.” For the rest of class I tried to keep up on the notes she was giving, but she covered and erased the board at least ten times. I guessed I had at least half of the notes.There was a girl with her book bag caught in her chair in the front row. Everyone was pretending not to notice her struggling embarrassedly. I went up and pulled her book bag free.“Thanks. I am such a dork.” We started to walk out of the classroom together. I looked for Alicia but she was gone. “I’m Jenny.”“Hi, I’m Stephanie. Did you get all those note? I don’t see how anyone could.” I went to my locker and it turned out she was one locker down.“Yah... I did… at the end of the day do you want to, like, borrow my note book? I know we’re gonna need those notes for the test.”“Oh! Thanks! That would be so nice… wait a test!?! We’re being tested on this?”“Yah, didn’t you get tested in your school?”“No we just did worksheets then big review packets.”“That must have been nice.” We both closed our lockers.“What do you have next?”“Science.”“Me too! What do you have after that?” I wanted to know how many classes we had together.“Hmm.” Jenny looked at her schedule as we made our way to science class. “Advanced Math, lunch, study hall, Music, then PE.” She smiled as we sat down. “I love not having anything in the after noon.”“Woah. We have three more classes together today!”“Which ones do you have?”“Advanced Math, Study Hall, and PE.”“Cool.”“What instrument do you play?” The teacher came into the classroom and started to look for stuff on his desk.“Flute.”“I used to play flute! But when we moved here I lost it.”“Where did you come from?”“Califor…” the teacher cut me off.“Girls stop talking.” He started talking about what we would be studying this semester. “Raise your hand if you did.”I looked up. I had no idea what he said. But a lot of kids raised their hands so I did to. Everyone looked at me funny and Jenny whispered to me.“Stephanie, he asked how many kids had Ms. T last year.” I quickly put my hand down.“Okay class, I think we should play a little game.” A few of the kids groaned. “I want this class to be fun. So I want all of you to get to know each other.”“Aren’t we a little old for this?” a girl in the middle row protested.“If you want,” He smiled, “We could do class work.” More kids groaned. “The game it is.” He told us all to move our desks into a circle. “Okay I’m Mr. Smith. I am forty-three years old, and I have a blue colored toothbrush.”“I’m Alex, I’m 14 and I have a green toothbrush.”“I’m Bethany, I’m 15 and I have a pink toothbrush.”“I’m Jason, I’m 15, and I don’t have a tooth brush.” A few of the girls scrunched their noses and most of them giggled.By the time it got to me I was lost in deep space, and Jenny had to poke me really hard in the ribs when it was my turn.“Um… I’m Stephanie, I’m 14, and I have a purple toothbrush.” I started to drift back off when the bell rang and me and Jenny went to our lockers.“So where did you say you where from.” Jenny and I headed off to Advanced Math.“Oh California.” We both sat down.“Really? That’s cool. I have a cousin in California.”“Cool. Where do they live.”“Oh she lives in Sacramento.”“Oh I went on vacation there.”“Class. Today. We. Will. Be. Reviewing. Polynomials.” The teacher started writing on the board and I gave Jenny a puzzled look. She just shrugged.“Okay. What. Is. A. Polynomial?” This teacher like to talk. In. One. Word. Sentences. I wonder what was wrong with him for the rest of the period.School went by really fast. I got on MY bus and got home on time.
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